McDonalds by Mark

Based on the title of this I’ll keep this short.
When you travel the way Kate and I travel, meals are … well lets just say repetitive: 1 Baguette, 1 tomato, splash of mayo, maybe a pickle or two if we really splurged and a pack of a local meat usually ham, or something that looked awfully like it. So its not all that surprising that every now and then something awakens in you that craves a taste of home. I can recall a few times when Kate could be heard saying “can you imagine how good a Starbucks Frap would taste right now!?!” I would usually nod, and say yeah that would definitely hit the spot. We would continue to battle the eastern European heat wave and settle on a bottle of water tucked away un-chilled at the back of a shelf next to a can of beans or some strange vegetable. Well for me it was McDonalds, and it wasn’t so much talk but action mostly because McDonalds can be found anywhere in the world and when you’re on day 23 of consecutive Swiss army knife lunches that awakening had occurred. I not only wolfed down some meal deal, I went back for my next meal because it just tasted too good. Lunch Dinner Done…or was I? The bacon and egg McMuffin should not be missed especially when your options just aren’t that appealing. 3 days later I’m on my 5th meal at McShat, and I’ve now formed a pact with Kate.
Mark: “If I ask to go to McDonalds again don’t let me go okay!”
Kate: “Okay, no problem”
Mark: “I’m serious, no matter how much I beg and plead don’t let me go”
Kate: (chuckle) “okay, yeah I can do that”
Mark: (pause)…”cause I can see myself physically picking you up and carrying you into a McDonalds with me because you won’t let me go, and you’ll have to promise to drag me out of the store before I can get an order placed”
Kate: “okay…I will definitely not let you go to McDonalds”
Mark: …”okay good!”
(Silence)

96 minutes later

“Katy, lets go to McDonalds, a Big Mac sounds so good!”
(Chuckle) “No…. no way”
“Awe c’mon … I didn’t mean all that stuff I said earlier”
“No!”
“Pleeeeeease”
“This is a setup, you’re just asking me to check if I’ll let you go, and if I do you’ll blame me, so No”
“No honest, it’s not a setup, I really won’t get mad let me go please
(5 minutes of continuous badgering later)
“Okay fine! Go. Go to McDonalds, you want to go so bad, its your body go have another Mickey D’s but don’t blame me”
(I completely stop dead in my track)
(Silence)
“You caved!! I can’t believe you caved your were going to let me go, I said no matter what!! …. Gasp!!”
At this point I take a punch in the shoulder
I don’t know if there is a moral to all of this or not.
I do know that I didn’t have it again for about another 23 days, and but instead of dipping 5 times it only happened once.