McEmpire

I've been travelling a lot recently, and while sitting doing some people-watching in the various airports I've been in I've noticed one common factor...everyone walking around the goddamned airport is shoving McDonald's into their faces. I walked by the McDonald's in Phoenix's Sky Harbor airport to see a line of perhaps 30 people, only to walk another 100 yards and see ANOTHER McDonald's with ANOTHER 30 people waiting patiently in line to get their food, like horses waiting for the feeding trough. What baffled me was that these people were not what Super Size Me had painted them to be. Nobody was overweight, greasy-skinned, or undergoing liver/heart failure. They were normal looking people. A businesswoman towing a brifcase on wheels whisked from the Starbucks line with a steaming latte' right into the McD's line to grab breakfast. This woman probably does fucking yoga and only eats organic; but it was 7am, she probably got groped by some TSA agent, and was starving as hell, so all that shit went out the window and she grabbed an Egg McMuffin.
I'm gonna broaden to fast food in general in order to include something else that sickened me beyond belief. I literally lost all hope in humanity when I saw this shit I am about to relate to you.
I was in San Diego chilling in a parking lot by the car waiting for my family to catch up. A van comes rolling through the lot and I spy Arkansas plates. Interesting, I think. The van slows down and I see a family of about 6 overweight people literally CRAMMED into that van as the brakes creak and strain trying to slow the additional 2 tons of cargo. A woman in a mumu is sitting in the passengers seat inhaling an Ultimate Bacon Cheeseburger from Jack In The Box. She pokes her head out the window and asks "Y'all leavin'?" With that thick southern drawl perfectly accented with flying bacon pieces and reeking cow meat. Before I answer I scan the vehicle to see the same spectacle occuring throughout; the whole family is eating J In The B staring at me cow-eyed. I shake my head "no" and smile, and the van creaks forward with a painful moan of the shocks and they roll on through the parking lot. Later as I was walking out of the parking lot I passed the van and got to look inside. It was parked neatly under a light pole and the entire family was sitting inside the van still, eating a fresh round of burgers. Turns out they didn't really want to go to the beach, they just wanted a place to stop and keep eating. Nevermind that the Jack In The Box that they got their food from was on the opposite side of the street, with all its tables and chairs. That would have neccessitated GETTING OUT OF THE CAR, which from the looks of it would have taken most of the evening for that family to successfully accomplish.

I still cannot get that terrifying Image from my head, I can only hope that someday it will be stricken from my mind forever.