I took a friend to eat at McDonalds last week. One of the nice things about living in a huge international city is the availability of "American" fast food. Maybe I should have put food in parenthesis. I digress . . .
After finishing my Quarter Pounder With Cheese I made polite conversation as I waited for my friend to finish his meal. It took him forever. Actually, he never finished. After an extended period of time he packed the rest of his burger and chips in a bag to take it home with him. I was surprised because I knew he could have consumed all of his meal faster than I finished mine.
Eventually he told me that he was taking some of his food home - not to have something to eat later - but as a "trophy" to show off. His family and friends would never believe he ate at the golden arches if he didn't bring something home to prove it.
I take so many things for granted. Honestly, I never really enjoy Mickey D's. It is a lot more fast than it is food. So to have a friend who cherishes the experience illustrates how good I have it.
I need to stop taking "little things" like McDonalds for granted.
Thank God for Quarter Pounders With Cheese!
