Am I Really Lovin' It?
Those inviting golden arches always catch my attention. Even if I am not hungry, they are always there. Every block or, at least, every other mile those golden arches gleam down at me. I am in the safety of my truck; those golden arches will not get me this time (thoughts that cross my mind). I am stronger than last time. I saw that documentary and how unhealthy those golden arches can make one, but they are so damn tempting. Those golden fries and nuggets and buns. Sesame seeds or none; still delicious. Those smiling faces; they look so happy; will tis food make me that happy? what about that creeper behind the fryer? He does not look happy (maybe I will just stray from the fried food). Everything else must be the key to that immediate happiness and satisfaction. I love those golden arches and despise them just as much. It is impossible to be healthy when that shit is so good. Those tasty treats, golden and delicious, are nearly priceless in my heart; however, that dollar menu makes sure that I will always have the funds to enjoy just that much more of this guilty pleasure.
However, it seems that as soon as I finish indulging in all that those golden arches have to offer, I next saunter across yet another symbol that sparks my tummy's interest. That quaint little white and red structure where cows continually propaganda me to eat less bovine and more poultry is always an attention-getter. Those golden-fried chicken patties are something to revel in (the fact that they are so affordable is simply the icing on the cake).
Maybe it is just me, but these same damn buildings keep me in check. Constantly waiting and gasping at the next promotional item or potential deal or bargain.
Welcome to my life.
This made me laugh. I enjoy the ongoing internal debate of whether or not the food that looks so happy will make the narrator as happy. The structure works well -- the narrator recognizes the never-ending cycle of fast food indulgence.
ReplyDeleteThis is an interesting description of a McDonalds that the writer sees in the distance. It is a very funny piece, the feelings that are stirred up in the writer are similar to those of a recovering addict or alcoholic who is being faced with temptation. Even the language is reminiscent of a recovering addict, talking about how the food "must be the key to immediate happiness and satisfaction." And although this is meant to be a funny piece, there are millions of people who actually deal with addictions to fast food.
ReplyDeleteI like this. Nevermind that the whole thing's amusing, it flows well thanks to the structure. It's one thought to the other, in a nice little AB BC CD DE sort of thought pattern. The piece itself comes off as criticizing faucets of contemporary western (at least, US) society in a funny, but rather true way. If it's not one company tempting you to do something, it's always another.
ReplyDeleteDon't neglect to proofread your work before you post it. Specific details are where it's at: which particular stretch of fast food franchises in this country are you rolling past? What documentary? What did exactly did you order? Drive thru?
ReplyDeleteI think by the narrator's persistant use of 'golden' to describe the food suggests enough that the restraunt he first talks about is McDonald's. What I don't get is why 95% of the piece is about McDonalds when he went to Chick-fil-a instead?
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