Hello and welcome to this week’s edition of The Sunday Bagel. We have a wonderful show lined up for you today which kicks off with a meditation on The American Dream.
Oh let me go first. One time my mom took me to McDonald's for lunch from school in and around grade 3 or 4. It felt like a special meal with her. And then the elderly man at the table next to us had some sort of critical health incident and most likely died on the spot.
I don’t think I have funny memories of going to Macca’s (it’s what the Aussies call McDonald's. Everything down here has a short form or nickname. McDonald’s even markets themselves as Macca’s here). I have so many happy memories.
I used to go with a friend I played basketball with who was 6’7. He used to order two meals both super sized after we would play a game. I’d never seen anything like it.
Another dear friend was forever getting fountain pops from them in the summer and taking advantage of their summer drink pricing.
I also used to get stoned and would often inhale multiple double cheeseburgers in Uni days after I’d been introduced to that particular burger by a friend. I’ve since tried the triple cheeseburger, but the double is still my fav.
I also always think of another dear friend when I see the filet o’ fish. He said he liked to get them because of how easily they slid down his throat. I never did ask if he liked the taste.
Every time I was Super Size me, I immediately want the Double Quarter Pounder with cheese meal that makes Morgan throw up out of his car window.
The addiction to Macca’s is real. I do fight it, but it’s always hanging over me like a little green devil telling me how good it would be to slam a meal from there no matter the time of day.
Oh let me go first. One time my mom took me to McDonald's for lunch from school in and around grade 3 or 4. It felt like a special meal with her. And then the elderly man at the table next to us had some sort of critical health incident and most likely died on the spot.
I don’t think I have funny memories of going to Macca’s (it’s what the Aussies call McDonald's. Everything down here has a short form or nickname. McDonald’s even markets themselves as Macca’s here). I have so many happy memories.
I used to go with a friend I played basketball with who was 6’7. He used to order two meals both super sized after we would play a game. I’d never seen anything like it.
Another dear friend was forever getting fountain pops from them in the summer and taking advantage of their summer drink pricing.
I also used to get stoned and would often inhale multiple double cheeseburgers in Uni days after I’d been introduced to that particular burger by a friend. I’ve since tried the triple cheeseburger, but the double is still my fav.
I also always think of another dear friend when I see the filet o’ fish. He said he liked to get them because of how easily they slid down his throat. I never did ask if he liked the taste.
Every time I was Super Size me, I immediately want the Double Quarter Pounder with cheese meal that makes Morgan throw up out of his car window.
The addiction to Macca’s is real. I do fight it, but it’s always hanging over me like a little green devil telling me how good it would be to slam a meal from there no matter the time of day.
Xoxo