McDisgust

Mmmmm.....

Raindrops slid down the window, twisting the image of the cars as they splashed through the puddles. The whining of a disgruntled child took me out of my daydream and back to the moment. I watched as the overworked mother tried to deal with the little cretin while tending to two other kids, one smaller and one larger than the one who was pissed off.

I turned back to the food in front of me. French fries, having lost the catalyst that makes them edible, heat, lay limp in their greasy container. No ketchup or vinegar could save these little delights at this point.
The main course, which was like a hamburger only smaller, mocked me as I stared at it in disgust. A soggy bun and wilted lettuce held the medallion of 'quality beef' above the place mat. Which proudly and in bright convincing colors proclaimed healthy and happy food products for the whole family.  I contemplated the top bun and decided it was still food. The tomato tried to trick me by looking delicious. But I knew it was redder than a tomato.I looked from it's presence and contemplated the colorful clown who stood guard at the gate to .....Playland. He was smiling as if to say,
"Enjoy, consume."
I resisted an urge to rip him from his big a*s shoes and use him to beat the stuffing out of the seemingly uncontrollable brat. Who was clearly convinced his tirade would at some point bring satisfaction.
Steam rose from the cup as I pulled the lid off and sipped the surprisingly hot, and more surprisingly, good tasting coffee.
Feeling annoyed and quite hungry I picked up the burger. Even though it was cold I could still detect a smell I didn't like. I dropped it right away and went back to sipping coffee and staring out the window. I daydreamed of steak fries and T-bones. Good brown gravy and home made bread and butter chips.
I began to feel a little better and even had to chuckle to myself as I remembered how I used to get tired of beefsteaks, roast and venison back when I was a kid. Even the liver and onions that we ate every Monday night sounded fairly good on this dreary evening.
I put my jacket back on and refilled my coffee. Returning to my booth I scooped up the crap that lay on the tray and stuffed it in it's place as I walked out.

I pulled a Delicado con Filtro out of my pocket and lit it, noticing that the rain was subsiding. As I walked along home I enjoyed the clean smell of the rain. But in my inner nose all I could smell was back strap frying on Grandma's old wood cook stove.

Author's Note

How bout some pizza?

Reviews

[Céce]

I like McDonald's. And I'll have some pizza too, thank you. You did a good job on this piece, and at times I have felt this way, but I don't think it could kill a love for fast food, especially for someone who can eat whatever she wants and still stay slender.

:D Otherwise, I enjoyed, knowing that nobody could rewire my brain.

[cest la vie]

Great story told in your witty, pie-in-the-eye style.
Poor Ronald McDonald, about to be part of a crime..I feel ya in this and all I can say is" I'll take mine with veggies, please" :-)