McDONALDS BOY
December 6th, 2003 Posted in UncategorizedThere is a McDonald’s round the corner from my house and I usually pay a visit every Sunday lunchtime after football.
Now, everybody knows the stereotypical McDonald’s regular - rounded figure, spotty face and exact money. There was a young boy of about 13 in there that depicted modern day junk-food culture down to a tee. He didn’t walk, he waddled - very much like Tick-Tock from Wizard of Oz. He was rotund and had clearly eaten in McDonald’s too many times. His face was full of greasy spots and his teeth already yellowing. Intelligence was nowhere in sight - mouth open at all times, vacant stare, vocabulary range of less than half a dozen thingies.
He kept going back up to the counter for more burgers. He was a waddling, grunting, testosterone-fuelled, burger-munching machine and he could eat for Watford.
Still, at least he beat anorexia.
