Me and My Big Ideas
I drove through MacDonald’s yesterday to buy lunch and take it over to my daughter Nikki and her husband, Matt. I was the one who suggested Macdonald’s for lunch having completely forgotten how much food Matt, being a 21-year-old guy, is likely to consume at any given drive-thru.
And even though Matt is as slim as the Pink Panther, he is 6′ 4″ and he is a chip off the old block when it comes to having a big appetite — which apparently runs in his family.
Penchant for Pancakes
The legend goes that his father once set the establishment record for eating the most pancakes in a single sitting in a Canadian eatery while on a road trip. This story is even more impressive when you take into account that “Pancake Dan” wasn’t even aware he was competing. He was just hungry.
An Invitation to Murder
Anyway, once the order was filled and sitting on the front seat of my car, I got a little apprehensive. And the thought crossed my mind that all that delicious MacDonald-ness wafting from the window of my car was an invitation to murder.
Serial Smeller Killer
I began to think that if a serial killer were to walk by at that exact moment and smell the irresistible aroma of $5000 worth of Chicken Selects coming from the front seat of my car — which was being guarded only by defenseless little ol’ me — what’s to stop him from whacking me over the head with the nearest sack of Big Macs and absconding with the goods?
Sure I might not actually die from that kind of head trauma, but that doesn’t mean he wasn’t trying to kill me.
Panick Attack on Deck
As I was waiting to pull out onto the street, I could feel the hairs on the back on my neck spell out “sitting duck!” and I was just beginning to begin to panick when finally I arrived at Nikki and Matt’s.
As we were eating, Nikki remarked how the Chicken Selects were “to die for.”
And all I could think was “How right you are, dear Nikki, how right you are.
Until next time . . . I love you