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Eating Fast Food

My friend Julia called me the other day. She wanted to grab some lunch and asked me if I wanted to go to the local fast food place down the street. I said sure, even though I knew it wouldn’t be good for me. I hopped in my car and swung by to pick her up at her work. When we got to the restaurant, there was already a long line at the drive-through. It was the lunch hour, so that is to be expected. We inched forward in the driveway and finally reached the order station. “Welcome to McApple’s Restaurant. How can I help you today?” I leaned over to shout into the little box, “Uh, I’ll have a cheeseburger, and my friend will take a regular hamburger.” “Would you like anything to drink with that?” she asked. She had a very low voice. “Two diet Cokes, please,” I said. “And would you like any fries with that?” she asked again.

“No, just the hamburgers, thanks.” “That’ll be $8.75. Please pull forward.” We drove up to the pick up window and paid the cashier. Our food was ready about 30 seconds later. “Thank you!” I said as we drove away . We pulled over to the side of the road to eat our hamburgers. I knew I was going to regret it, but it sure did taste good!