Wednesday, November 25, 2009

McReflections

I went to McDonald's for the first time in... ("a presence I've not felt since...")


Well, it's been like, forever.
You know what my favorite part about McDonald's is? Apart from its long-enduring iconic American presence?
The straws.
Bryan noted the maximum suckage capacity. I noted the colored stripes. Our drink was gone quickly. Is this to make us buy bigger drinks? Cause the small one that came with the $3 meal, truly is the smallest of all fast food restaurants. (Okay, so I only go to Jack-in-the-Box and In-n-Out. I have an affinity for hyphens. And $1 huge cheeseburgers. And cow that tastes like cow.)
One must assume that every centimeter of McDonald's and its products is brilliant marketing designed to make you want to buy more of their crappy food. It's the only way they've survived. The red and yellow and arches? They have magical powers.
Another fave of mine is the McJargon. We parked and ate rather close to the drive-thru. (Please be aware that I know this is spelled wrong. But drive-through looks heinously incorrect, yes?) These folks are die-hard McFans. What struck me was the utter seriousness of their use of "Mc" everything. While I asked for "the cheap chicken sandwhich and the double cheeseburger $3 meal thing", dudes talk very matter-of-factly into the intercom with a secret language. "I'll have a McChicken, McNuggets, Big Mac (apparently, according to the Tartans, Mc and Mac are interchangeable. Good for MacDonalds. I thought someone overlooked a major faux pas.) and a McDrink..." Okay I don't know about the McDrink. But you see my wonder.


4 comments:

Josh T. said...

There was a time, in a country far, far away, that my older sister and I postulated the possibility that Ronald 'Mac' Donald might actually be the Anti-Christ.

What better way to lure and brainwash the salt-greedy children of 2 million Christians, hijack their loyalties, as it were, and fill their impressionable young minds with a plastic parade of primary reds, gaudy yellows and god-awful toys rather than God-honoring Awana verses? It made sense at the time. I'm not Mcing this up.

Josh

Steve said...

Josh... everyone knows that the "Hamburgler" is the real anti-Christ... surprised you didn't know that...

Hey... Ariana's mom... I like the blog... Mind if I follow?

Steve, from Africa

Jess said...

welcome!

Mrs. Roehl said...

Creativity is never lost on you, my sweet daughter! I'm so glad that you can find irony, satire, joy & fun in all of life!