Once upon a time, in a Podunk town in northern Illinois, a quirky citizen called Krista made a New Years resolution: she vowed not partake of fast food for the month of January (so I guess that makes it a New Months resolution).
But this resolution extended well past the anticipated expiration date.
Krista did not partake of fast food for many a moon. (Umm... Pizza and Taco Bell don't count. And... neither does dessert from fast food places. There's a difference. Oh, and also "healthy" fast food places, like Subway and Jimmy Johns.)
As time went on, she gradually began to accept the consumption of sustenance from establishments such as Chick-Fil-A and Arby's (but just a few times). Finally, she gave in to her inner call for that blessed creation of Sir McDonald's--the snack wrap.
Krista had not eaten real food at McDonald's for many months (like, a year and a half, to be exact), and so she felt pressured when she could not see the menu in the drive-through.
One day, a McDonald's laborer stood outside the establishment, awaiting Krista's order. Her blood pressure increased. Her face flushed. Her pulse pulsed. She would not be able to look at the menu, for the laborer was standing several yards before the menu.
And thus commenced the awkward conversation...
The most disturbing fact is.... Krista DIDN'T EVEN WANT a double cheeseburger. OR a Reese's McFlurry. But due in grand part to her AKS, she could think of no other option. She had to order exactly that, for it was what first entered her mind. Or else face eternal humiliation.
The End.
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