Lost Camera, Lost Time

I know it is September and One in Five was to last only August, but.... I dropped the camera in the sandy beach bag several weeks back, three or more, so I figure I get three or more weeks to keep shooting some garbage. Awesome.
This weekend we remembered the flip camera, thus the shot. One in six that day, each one filled. Only story here is this... we watched this bunch of McD's hit the can. Two 20-somethings get out of their car planning on some time at the local zoo. She reaches back into the car, grabs her bag of McD's and stuffs it into her oversized purse. He goes directly to the can. This is his garbage. I wonder to myself, why would anyone save McD's and shove it in the purse for eating later on? This would mean you had to order it in the drive thru, drive about 2 or miles (that's the closest McD's), keep saving your meal and then wait to enjoy it later in front of a showcasing of lions or bears. Go figure.
Noah says, "Maybe some people like cold pizza and others like cold Big Macs!" He might be right.

One for One

Hiding in this rubble at the train park here in our town, hiding just below the first layer is a boxed burger case from McD's. This goes against all anthropologically- that young folks do not go to McD's and walk it/bike it/drive it to a locatin and enjoy McD's on a park bench. Apparantly, they might. Why I assume this is a young kid this is a little little little person park and there is no way a companion of a little little little park person would have time to safely sit and eat a boxed burger from McD's on the bench unless they were a really bad babysitting teen.

Even Realtors Like McD's

Driving clients too and fro looking at vacation houses, must be taxing on the lunch time fitting in or taxing on the hosting realtor's wallet. Outside the MI realtors office, it appears that many drop off their McD's there. I imagine, the realtor says, "Why don't we go check out the house on Willard. Can I treat you to a quick lunch, like, I don't know... McDonald's?"

A Quarter Pounder and Pounding Lake MI Waves.

The waves this day were up at 5-7 feet, no joke, Lake Michigan! Anyhow, I wonder how this beachgo-ers Quarter Pounder attack lasted against the pounding surf on his or her belly?

Dunes and a McFluffy, Anyone?

This past week we took ourselves on the road and meandered North to Michigan for a four day dip in the Lake. While there, we could choose from all kinds of delicious delights. From fancy, to Subway from icecream shacks called OINK to McDonald's. Just as suspected, everyday was a jackpot. Day one, how about a McFluffy and some lake grass for a great afternoon. I wonder if it was from the cranky woman refusing to leave her chair with the big Oscar the Grouch on her shirt. I am guessing no.

Even in Michigan Statistics Don't Lie.

Even in Michigan the overflow of top layer McD's fits the statistic. Visiting this MI rest area/ welcome center this afternoon, every garbage in the place had McD's as a delectable devoured on the top layer. The wrappers peeked out the edges accompanied by a lonely fruit here and there.

A Night Time Find

Work got in the way of fun summer blogging. Classroom setting up lacks the fun that one in fiving provides. But the bills gottta get paid and the people gotta get seen and served.
This one was my second search. This afternoon, busted out but landed some McD's McFlurry
on the corner, washed up under some tree branches.