Let's just say I didn't get a lot of happy meals when I was growing up. Happy meals were my children's food holy grail.
Delicious happy meals aren't usually a memorable event. I can still remember almost every time I was given those golden arches and brightly colored bags. One event always stands out when people start hating on McD's.
The family was going camping. For reasons I don't remember I went up with my sister and her family-crammed between car seats in the back of their odd colored truck. We ran out of time to eat and stopped at a McDonald's on State Street.
I got a cheeseburger and some plastic toy was involved. While finally chomping down on that delicious bun and ketchup covered pickled burger, I felt something was amiss.
This burger was letting me down and I couldn't figure it out. I mentioned it to my sister and took two more bites before finally opening it to see what was missing.
Between the golden buns were the pickles, ketchup, mustard, mayonaise and no burger. I had nearly eaten the whole cheeseburger and there wasn't even a burger to be found.
This was probably one of the saddest moments of my childhood. No burger?!
My brother-in-law and sister found this very amusing and luckily they had ordered a slew for themselves and there was an extra.
The damage had been done. My lost burger had somehow exited my bun and ran away. It should have been in my mouth among the other wonderful tastes of greasy fast food. McDonald's had let me down for the first and last time.
I avoid it still-the image of the empty bun will always remain. It's like the sign for a lost puppy.
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