This is for Deb:
I drove to the box that talks back. I ordered a Quarter Pounder with cheese meal. With a Diet Coke. Yeah, I drink Diet. Not because I think it will even out the bad of the meal, simply because that's what I drink.
I got my food quickly. I barely remember eating it and gave the last few bites of my burger to the dog, along with a few fries. The fries were good.
The ice in my cup was really, really cold.