't the worst day of the week, but the day you looked forward to all week. I'm talking about Big Mac Mondays at McDonalds. Every monday at every McDonalds, you could buy a Big Mac sandwich for only one dollar. It may not sound exciting but in my family and close knit group of friends, it became a tradition. One day, my friend and i decided that a big mac just wasn't enough food for our young hungry stomaches. for a while we would buy a large fry to accompany our Mac, or even a smaller sandwich. Nothing seemed to give us the "clogged artery" feeling that we had desired.
It was a real feat t
o make something that could fill the stomache of a growing young man, untill I invented the Mac Daddy. It had all the elements of a great
sandwich such as a great name, a great taste, tons of meat, and
it was enough to fill me up. It all started when i took a bite of my Big Mac and halfway through chewing it i stol
e one of my cousin's McNuggets and took a bite of it. i was speechless for a moment but only because my mouth was full. As soon as i swallowed i knew i had created something. Something that any adult would disapprove of. Something that may frighten small children. Most importantly, it was someting i had to keep secret. For i was already full and could not test it out right away. So i had to keep my lips sealed, for a whole week, untill the next monday. I would think about it in school while i was waiting
in the lunch line. I would dream that my invention was the next item on the menu at McDonalds, and that i would make millions of dollars from my creation. But i would always wake up and count the days untill monday.
After several days of anticipation, the
glorious day finally came. Right after school, I went to the Mac D's and ordered one Big Mac sandwich and a four piece Chicken McNugget. when i sat down i was determined to recreate my previous idea.I pulled my Big Mac out of the box an separated the top half from the bottom. I removed the legendary middlebun that separated the Mac from all other sandwiches. I discarded the bun and proceeded to strategicall
y place all four of my nuggets in the empty void where the middlebun used to be. As I placed the top of my sandwich on the bottom portion i almost expected a crowd to gather around me and watch intently as if they had never seen such a henious sandwich. A woman would ask me, "what do you call it?!" and maybe some man would be running around losing his mind because his brain simply could not handle the complexities of my sandwich. But none of this ever happened. I sat in a booth with my friend and we ate quietly untill the beast was destro
yed. Finally I had found a meal that would fill me up enough to grow to be a fat little kid, and i shall call it, "the Mac Daddy". I staggered into the bathroom to wash my hands and face. When i was done i looked into the mirror and gave myself two thums up.
As time went on, Big Mac Mondays ceased to continue and all was forgotten about the Mac Daddy. It slipped into the realm of to forgotten sandwiches along with the Pastrami suitcase and several others. But i have not forgotten about you Daddy. And soon, when the time is right, i shall return, to you, my preciousssssss.
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