Confessions of a Fatty Fatterson

Tonight following work I risked life and limb to get a McDonald's fix. I skated into the drive through and ordered a #2. For those who know what that is, you too are a McDonald's addict; for those who don't, it is a 2 cheeseburger meal. I resist the urge to "large size" it, which by the way is exactly the same thing as "super-sizing" but a more PC way of saying it. This is especially so following a similarly named movie, but I digress. I go to the window and hand the nice gentleman my little dollars and proceed to the next window to pick up my food...and I wait. I then realize that I am waiting on the french fries and I get excited. I know in my heart of hearts that they are going to be hot and wonderfully crispy and I get a twinge of regret passing up the larger version. When I receive my food, I am then ecstatic to find that my hopes where fulfilled and the fries were delicious. They were all quickly consumed and I moved on to the more mundane burger. As I reach into the bag to retrieve burger #2 I discover what I like to call bag fries (you know, the ones that have fallen out of the bright red carton) and I become genuinely excited at my good fortune. It was at that point I realized I had a problem. I wonder if they have a McDonald's Eaters Anonymous?