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.