I bought myself a happy meal

So Wednesday, May 2nd was McHappy Day at McDonald’s.  This means that $1 from every happy meal, big mac, or hot McCafe beverage sold that day was donated to local children’s charities like Ronald McDonald House Charities.  This to me, seemed like the perfect excuse to have McDonald’s.  I hadn’t gone in a while, as I tried to stay away from fast food during Lent, in efforts to have solidarity with my friend who had given it up.  And I had decided to have it less often afterwards as well, just for the sake of my own health and well being.

But it’s McDonald’s.  I had to have it again at some point.  Actually, I believe I have gone back since then, I remember getting hash browns one morning.  And I’ve probably gone during the day again too, but I just can’t seem to remember.  Nevertheless, I decided that I would go yesterday since it was McHappy Day after all.

There’s no better excuse to buy yourself a happy meal

So after a day of buying shoes at Army & Navy, and t-shirts at Bluenotes, I went to McDonald’s.  I wanted to order one of the things that was included in the McHappy Day donations, otherwise that would defeat the purpose.  Now, I could have just bought myself a big mac, as adults tend to do.  But no.  Instead I thought, why not get a happy meal?  For myself.  Because I can.

And I did.  I thought about whether I should get the McNuggets.  But the happy meal only comes with four of them.  And I knew if I ordered four, I would be left wanting more.  If I want McNuggets, I’ll go ahead and order myself ten pieces.  I saw a sign in the States one time that says on Sunday, you can get fifty pieces for ten dollars.  I want to have to try that sometime.  Okay maybe not eat them all myself, I’ll have to find someone who’s willing to split it with me.  And then we can have an eating contest to see who eats the most.  And then the loser has to pay for the nuggets.  Seriously.  It’s on my list of goals.

Seriously, who wants to go?

Anyway, I opted not to have mcnuggets yesterday.  I thought I’d just keep it simple and get a hamburger.  As a child, I would have ordered nuggests.  Because I wasn’t into burgers back then.  But I remember when I would order a burger as a child, I would get it plain.  Like no ketchup, no pickles.  Just a hamburger patty on a bun.  And then I would put the french fries inside and eat it like that.  Yes.  Good times.

Enjoying my hamburger

I’m not sure if the guy knew that I was buying it for myself or if he thought I was buying it for a kid.  It really doesn’t matter either way.  But in an effort to be healthy (yeah, I know, once you’re at McDonald’s, there’s no point in trying to be healthy), I ordered milk as my drink.  Because I thought it was exciting that you get a little Milk 2 Go bottle.  When I was a kid, it used to come in those box cartons with a straw and once you open it, there’s no way to close it.  Milk 2 Go is so much more convenient.

My attempt to be healthy

Happy meals also come with Danone yogurt now.  Who knew?  Well I guess anyone who buys happy meals on a regular basis knows this.  But I didn’t.  I took it home and left it in the fridge.  I’m sure someone in my family will eat it at some point.  I remember back when they used to have cookies.  Like animal cookies.  Didn’t they have ones that were shaped like the McDonald’s characters?  I swear they did.  I miss those.

I’d rather have animal cookies

At one point the cashier asked me whether I wanted a girl toy or a boy toy.  That really took me back.  I chose a boy toy (that sounds wrong), because I seem to remember them being somewhat cooler.  I didn’t know they still differentiated.  I guess it depends on what they have at the time, cause I’m sure some toys aren’t really gender specific.  But I remember one time the boy toy was a car and the girl toy was this lame booklet thing about ponies.  Not cool at all.

The only toy option that was left

I figured I would just give whatever it was to my brothers.  They’re 11, so probably too old for whatever crappy toy I got, but whatever.  I ended up getting this spy gear things that lights up and that you can put on your ear.  Apparently that’s all that was left.  Which is fine.  It really didn’t matter either way.

Ooh, it lights up!

I’d like to think that the cashier thought I was actually buying it for my own kid.  I don’t know why.  Why not?  Had I really wanted to give the image of a mom looking out for the health of her son, I would have opted for the apple slices instead of the fries.  But who the hell does that?  Seriously.  Who?  I don’t get it.  Just buy some apples when you do groceries.  Why the hell would you go to McDonald’s to buy apple slices??!  I’m sorry but that makes no sense to me whatsoever.

And so I took my happy meal and left.  I remember back when happy meals would come in those cardboard boxes and there would be drawings and sometimes activities on the side.  Now it just comes in the standard McDonald’s bag.  I guess they’re trying to cut down on packaging.  I sat at the bus stop and started to eat my food.

I got my happy meal to go

The fries were so incredibly tiny.  Not the fries themselves, they were the usual size.  But the french fry container.  So small!  Usually, small fries come in that little bag instead of the red container.  But these came in the tiniest red container ever.  It was like the regular ones had a baby.  And that baby came prematurely and was underweight.

It’s so tiny!

Yeah, I ate it at the bus stop.  Whatever.  I don’t care if the people around me judged me.  I’d already experienced judgement that day, a little more wasn’t going to hurt.  I went home and gave the spy gear toy to my brother.  And my other brother was like “You went to McDonald’s?  And got a happy meal?”.  Yes.  Yes I did.

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