Sunday, December 07, 2008
Ronald McDonald no clown this cold morning.
For the past thirty years, I've had a mad-on for McDonalds, all of those assembly line hamburgers, yea, even Big-Macs, which I sort of liked.
The shakes seemed to taste like aeroated kaopectate, the shoestring fries like shoestrings, and the Big Mac attack seemed to come after having one.
Well, who should jump start my Christmas spirit this morning but good old Ron.
I was cold, broke, save for enough to buy the Sunday case of beer. it was twenty below Cesius, the wind was killing my and I paused inside the warm McDonald's to at least have a coffee to shake off the chills.
As I sat having the 85 cent coffee, the nicest little waitress came over to me, saw me sort of still shivering, and asked,
"Would you like a hot apple pie?"
"Would you like a hot apple pie? We are giving them away this morning."
Well, does a cat have a tail?
I would kill for hot apple pie right now.
Sweet Jesus, that hit the spot.
"Merry Christmas, "' I said t the tiny little brunette. I swear she had noticed my condition...cold and sort of hungover.
Likely just as much her kind heart as goog old Ron.
"Happy holidays," she anwered. "Enjoy your pie."
Fact is she looked good enouth to eat as well. My cup runneth over. Ooh. Does Daddy like pie!
I shall besmirch Ronald McDonald no more.
I think it was last Christmas that I had a free scoff there too.
They remembered me?
Ron, you got a real gone scon!
You're not a clown today.
So here's freebie appreciation.
You can copy.