nothing i could do now but go home. i got my gear together and left out into the cold dark abyss. as left the dark and empty industrial neighborhood i saw something that i would never really notice on a normal night. it was the big golden arches.
then it entered my mind…. mc donald’s french fries and a coke. it was just the first thing that i though of as i passed by. mmm, seems kind of like it would hit the spot right about now. at the time it was just an idea, so i rode on.
as the miles passed the cold started to penetrate my clothing. the thoughts of warm salty french fries started to infiltrated my short term memory. some how every though i had involved french fries. i though about getting home and having dinner, with french fries. i though about my lunch and wondered why i didn’t have french fries. i thought about how happy i would have been if someone bought me french fries for christmas. i was obsessed. i couldn’t get those warm salty golden fries out of my mind for anything.
if anything i was so distracted by the thoughts of fries, i didn’t really think about the cold anymore, or the clicking sound my bike was making, the same sound that drove me crazy all morning. although my mind was distracted, i couldn’t help but notice that the trail was getting tougher and tougher as i got closer to my car. with each corner i turned i look ahead and thought to my self, “oh fuck, i don’t remember this hill”, or “is this snow getting deeper or what?”.
i eventually made it to my car. i eventually made it to the near by mc donald’s. with my bike on top i narrowly made it under the height limit of the drive through. i don’t know what the hold up was but, man it was taking a long time. i could smell the food while waiting in line. when my turn came, i ordered a large fries, and a large coke… no ice of course. waiting waiting. the guy in front of me had issues with his order…. waiting waiting. finally i drive up to the window, get my bag and my drink and drive off. i reached into the bag and grabbed a few, they were nice and warm, almost hot, like they had just come out of the fryer. i could feel the grains of salt against my finger tips as they went into my mouth. they were everything i expected and more. a quick sip of my coke and back to the fries. i devoured these things in record time. i don’t think i even made to to the freeway before they were gone.
after finishing my brief indulgence i felt completely satisfied. almost felt like having a cigarette….if you know what i mean.