With Six You Get Eggroll

Wednesday, I found myself having a McDonalds snack attack, so I drove over to get me a Rubber McMuffin or a Burger and Fries, could not make up my mind.  So I am looking at the menu that said I could have an order of 6,9, or 12 McNuggets.

i-am-loving-itThat sounded good, I hadn’t had a McNugget in a long time, incidentally, what part of the chicken is the McNugget exactly, anyone know?

So I look at this kid, that had the look of a deer caught in the headlights of a car, and I say to him, “I would like a half dozen McNuggets please.”

He then looks at me and says, “We don’t have half dozen nuggets,” so I like the dummy I often seem to be, I said, “You don’t?”

He then says, “We only have six, nine or twelve sir”

So at that point I thought to myself, “Well, at least he called me sir.  And he doesn’t have any visible open sores on his face.  I will try again.” So then again, trying to give him what the Orientals in Asian culture will call the “opportunity to save face”  I repeat …. “You say I cannot order a half-dozen nuggets, but I can order six?

“That is right” came the reply.burger

I shook my head and ordered “six” Mc-What-evers and shuddered to think “this is the new and upcoming leader of our world?”  They walk amongst us, and they reproduce, now that is scary.

While we are on the subject of eating.

The other night while making dinner Cup Cake called my attention to the fact that the sugar-and-ketchup concoction with which we had been sating our appetites for the past several days was not actually life supporting.

And it was not a staple of a good diet according to “the government.”

Then she said to me, “Why don’t you get off your butt, and do another one of those “how-to-be-a-better Internet-writer articles and bring some money into this house for a change? If we had some money again, at least we could afford some hamburger.”

That is one of the things that I truly love about my wife, she believes or thinks on the practical side of life.  For instance, if I say to her, “Honey where are those Cheeto’s?” She will come into the room, look me square in the eye and then say …. “Whats-sa-matter you, too lazy to lift up the cushion?”


So here I sit, in my big fat EZ Boy Recliner wondering …. Who would buy this crap?  And of course, wondering about my present station in life.

You see …. I am a writer.

That is what I am, a writer.  I write checks, mostly fiction.