We all have one, right? (Or a few) That thing you do that sounds like such a great idea, but you feel so guilty and so good at the same time.
I smelled mine today. I knew exactly what it was as soon as it hit my nose. I sniffed the air. I could almost taste it. I couldn’t get away from it. Anywhere I went I could still smell it. I walked the halls to see where I could figure out where it was coming from. Maybe I could have some if I found it.
Nowhere to be found. So I sat there and thought to myself, I must get some of my own after work.
The car ride home felt so long. Thinking to myself, should I get it, or shouldn’t I? Why is this such a hard decision?
Back and forth I went deciding if I should pick some up before I got home. Deciding if in the end it would be a good idea or not.
Not even noticing, I looked around and I don’t know how I got there, but my car was in the McDonald’s parking lot!!!
Before I knew I was in the drive through ordering, “I’ll just have a double cheeseburger and a medium fry. Will that be all? And I’ll also have a sweet tea.”
The nice man at the window even told me to “Have a wonderful day!” as he handed me the beautiful brown bag with a yellow arch on it.“Oh I will” I thought to myself.
McDonald’s. It’s my guilty pleasure. It’s a terrible terrible thing. But I enjoyed every second of it. It might be a few years before I enjoy it again.