That’s it, never again.
May 17th, 2004 | by Scott Jennings |I don’t want to hear a goddamned word about my adult Happy Meal, all right? Quit looking at me. Listen, I didn’t even order the adult Happy Meal, I ordered a Grilled Bacon Ranch salad like I always do, and the lady at the register put it in the adult Happy Meal box on her own volition, all right? That’s why I’m carrying the adult Happy Meal box. No, I don’t think it’s fun.
Yes, I got the pedometer. Yes, I tried it out. No, it doesn’t work very well. No, I will not go back to McDonald’s and get pedometers for everyone in the office. No, we will not have a contest whereby we all wear pedometers for a day to see who takes the most steps and who takes the fewest. Yes, you may have my pedometer, I don’t want it anyway. No, the clasp to open it is on top. No, no, on top. Yes, there you go.
I insist that I didn’t order the adult Happy Meal. You’re beginning to try my patience. I ordered the salad because I can discard the croutons and crackers and be left with a fairly good low-carb lunch. The words “adult Happy Meal” never left my lips. No, I’m not getting defensive. Quit looking at me.
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