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Thursday, July 21, 2005

The Golden Arches of Torture

This morning, I decided to treat myself to an Egg McMuffin. It falls within my diet, and I was needing a break from Special K cereal bars.
So, with childlike excitement, I drove into the drive thru line. You have no idea how wonderful it felt to be back in the drive thru at McDs. I really love this place. I could eat it every meal for a month and not get tired of it (but I'd be HUGE). So, anyway, I place my order. "One EggMcMuffin please. Oh, and do you take debit cards?" "Yes we do. Your total is $2.08".
I could almost taste the yummy melted cheese and the yummy English muffin.....
I get to the pay window, and hand over my debit card. She swipes, hands me the pad to enter my pin number, which I enter, and I wait. She closes the window, calls for a manager. Another employee comes to the window. They all stand around with quizzical looks on their faces.
Finally, she opens the window. "This will take a few minutes, " she says. Great, I thought, I'm ready for my damn McMuffin.
By this point I had started to feel what I assume an alcoholic feels like when he's about to get his hands on his next drink. Nervous excitement....
She opens the window and asks if the card can be run as a credit card, the debit portion of the system seems to be down. I tell her sure. So, I drive one window closer to my impending meal. The girl at the window hands me my bag and I tell her that I'm waiting on the machine to use my card. I wait.......and wait......and wait some more. Finally, she comes to the window, hands me my card, and tells me that the whole system is down. WHAT!!! I tell her, with shakiness to my voice, that all I have is my card. She said, "Sorry, the system is down".
I slowly handed back the bag. I felt like a patient who had been told that they were going to receive a life-saving operation, only to be denied at the last minute. Okay..maybe not that bad, but dammit it was a huge letdown.
So, I sit here, typing this story, and crunching on a 90 calorie Special K bar and chugging a bottle of water.
Oh, well, maybe that will put me closer to my sexy body goal. Dammit.....

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Melissa
Melissa-Mom to LittleMan (4/04); wife to LuckyHusband; full-time toxicologist; full-time housekeeper; full-time domestic laundromat manager (washes all the clothes); full-time domestic finance manager (pays all the bills and yells at husband for spending too much money on fishing stuff); and Keeper of the Cheerios. Lives in a tiny town; spends tons of time with family; reads; enjoys crafts. Can change a diaper, fill a sippy cup, and put on a toddler's shoes in 15.4 seconds flat, all while calculating the impact of petroleum hydrocarbons to a nearby surface water body (watch for me in the Toddler Olympics on CBS this fall). Addicted to Dr. Pepper; Kit Kats; and pasta. To spot me in a crowd: I'm the one with frizzy messed-up hair, smeared graham crackers on my shirt; huge purse with a diaper peeking out, toddler on her hip, and camera in hand at all times.

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