McBye-Bye

Ha ha, ha. This post is awesome. Everyone who's eaten there is familiar with the McStomach ache. Yet I ate there for more than half my life. As kids in the 70s, we sought out the golden arches in any city as we traveled in the car with our parents, competed to see who could eat more and continued to fill our late night hankerings through the 80s. It appealed to convenience, family agreement on 'supper', cost was cheap (seemingly), loads of taste bud stimulation if not good taste, and it was familiar.

The characters i no longer see achieved some of their intended purpose: the Hamburglar, Ronald, ...the appeal to culture and children. We see where that got us, too great of damage for too little benefits. And they ripped off hr puffnstuff.

So today they entice us with gambling games and we read books like fast food nation and watch videos like supersize me or mclibel. At the bitter end of my relationship with McDs, they had become a joke. Road food only, one last ubiquitous 20 minute later McStomach ache and that was it. Never again to get my money, destined to be only a toilet, familiar around the world.

They sponsor youthful adult things now like the olympics and expand in foreign cultures. But not for me, it took until 1995 to break up after 25 years, but bad relations have to go. McBye-Bye. McSoLong and thanks for all the crap and one good song. Boom into the short history of a not so good time.