One will suffice, but thanks just the same

Last night I went to McDonalds. I rarely go there. The food never taste good and I always feel sick after – I think licking some Crisco would be a better meal. However, the five-year-old in me wanted some McNuggets and who am I to deny the screaming tantrum in my head? So at the pick-up window I ask for some sauce and the lady grabs a giant handful of sweet and sour dipping sauces. We are talking overflowing handfuls here. She then proceeds to grab more and starts to hand them to me. I declined the second handful and held in my howling laughter at the ridiculousness of it all until my window was rolled up.

I get home – eat my nuggets – make myself throw-up an hour later because I feel so gross and call it a night.

Then today when I’m at the mall (a place I loath) I stick my hand in my coat pocket and end up squashing a sauce that I had thrown in there. So here I am smelling like McNugget sauce trying on dresses for my friends upcoming wedding. Honestly a Hollywood producer couldn’t have written it better.

This is just another life lesson of why less is more.

CW