The other day while running errands Housemate decided to bring home some supper from McDonald’s. It really was a thoughtful gesture. Housemate is always buying me McDonald’s. He’s really cool that way.
Usually it’s great, but this time it was a disaster.
He comes back with a Big Mac meal. The Coke is cold. The fries are cold. The Big Mac is cold. Cold McDonald’s food tastes like dog food mixed with wet shoelaces. It’s nasty. Dinner is shot, but at least I have a cold drink. But really, there’s no excuse for this as there’s a McDonald’s not far from our house. Even when I walk there the food is still hot when I come home.
When I ask him “What the fuck?!?” he informs me that he picked it up at a McDonald’s that’s like a half-hour drive from our house! Housemate, who is a chemist and PhD student, completely forgot about Einstein’s theory that McDonald’s food purchased closer to home will probably be lest nasty for Nathaniel and his cat. Shame!
“Just put it in the microwave!” He scolds. “I don’t know what it is you have against the microwave but when I heat stuff up in there it tastes fine.”
He nukes his Quarter Pounder and fries and the kitchen fills up with the aroma of melting stray dogs. It’s wrong. Heating up cold McDonald’s in a microwave has little to do with food preparation. It’s some kind of unholy necromancy. I don’t know how he can call himself an atheist ‘cause that there was full on sacrifice to the devil.
Although he insists there is nothing wrong with re-heating McDonald’s food he was quite adamant that the above photo NOT be taken or posted anywhere on a blog. But as a journalist and maverick I believe the public has a right to know.
Friends don’t let friends bite into cold McDonald’s food.