No one would think that going to McDonald' s was an adventure. But in my house it was. There were seven of us in the family and when my dad would say he would treat us to McDonald's we would all cringe.
You ask why?
You ask why?
Let the adventures begin!
This was in the day when a town or city was LUCKY to have a McDonald's restaurant. I recall the .25 cent hamburger and the .15 cent fries. Neither were a huge portion for a bunch who liked to eat!
My dad would bellow..." OK Who is going to McDonald's"? Meekly, one of us would answer and then off to get the grub.
Years ago, the restaurants were small and sometimes you even had to wait outside in line. When it was your turn to order, we would try to whisper....."21 hamburgers and 13 fries" How embarrassing!!!!!!!!!! Then the guy who took your order would yell it back to the cooks "21 burgers, 13 fries!" Everyone standing in line would look at you like you were going to feed a herd of cows. Usually, I would end up standing there a few inches smaller than when I came in.
Having four siblings, 2 brothers and 2 sisters we were constantly picking and playing jokes on one another. My brother who was 13 months younger than me had hurt my feelings a day before a McDonald's adventure.
He was a fanatic about his skin, if he would have one zit on his face he would panic and cover his whole face in calamine lotion. Have you ever seen what calamine lotion looks like when dry? It is as if he was staring in a horror flick and just had his makeup put on. Cracking, peeling , hanging.... Agh... ghastly!
So anyway, he asked me to ride with him to McDonald's and so, I kept praying to the pay back Gods that he would forget the lotion on his face. They answered my prayers and I could hardly keep from losing a tonsil from laughing out loud.
Grabbed his keys and off we went. This was at 5 pm and the place was jammed. People standing outside and in line. He turned to me and asked if I wanted to go in and calmly, with a straight face I declined.
I was waiting for the door to shut and then I started screaming, literally screaming in the car. People were turning around and looking at him and then once he stepped into the restaurant, there were three lines of people and everyone was looking at him. He was starting to feel self conscious and I could tell by his body language that he was wondering what was wrong? Was his zipper down...? I watched him glance down. Now, I was laughing so hard, I was blinking away tears.
Finally, he comes to the car and I said, why was everyone staring at you? He just answered he didn't know and I pointed to the mirror. He glanced and then started beating me! I was laughing too hard to even notice any pain! All the way home he called me horrible names and punched me.
Oh!!!!!!!!!!! Revenge was sweet. Now I know a lot of you will think this was a horrible thing to do. I don't know, even as an adult, I find some humor in it.
To me, it was a payback for all the years I was at his mercy. It felt good to finally be the one who was on top. But, believe me, I had to watch out for him years after. I knew he would find something good to pay me back. And, of course he did.
So, my adventure, at least one of them was memories of going to McDonald's and the day calamine lotion screwed up my brothers day!