12.26.02
You know, I am fairly certain that I had never eaten a Big Mac until a couple of days ago. It just happened to be one of the things I managed to avoid for 30 years. I don't like processed cheese, I don't like thousand island dressing, and I don't like cheeseburgers. So the idea of a double-layered processed-cheeseburger drizzled with thousand island dressing didn't appeal to my appetites.
I sort of had to eat it because Carol brought me one, and a coke, for lunch that day, and I didn't want to be rude. "I appreciate the fact that you bought me food and all, but it is gross and I do not want to eat it. Plus, I don't like their Coke." just isn't going to fly.
She said she didn't know what I liked to eat there, despite the fact that I had frequently praised the Big 'N Tasty to her, and have always said I didn't like cheeseburgers of any sort. But, oh well.
Interestingly enough, the Big Mac tastes pretty much the same coming back up as it does going down, only a lot more liquidy.
Blech.
Never ever again.
What's in your head?