So I stop at McDonalds to sit down for a minute and eat a quick lunch. I get my usual twenty piece chicken nugget. Ten for me, and ten for me. As Im setting up the perfect amount of ketchup and arranging the nuggets in an easily grabbable position, a small 4 year old girl saunters her way over to my table. What are those? Chicken nuggets. Theyre my favorite thing to get. Do you like chicken nuggets? I dont know....Ive never had any, but Ive always wanted some. Anybody with any heartstrings will immediately feel a chest tug at this point. So I ask her if shed like a couple since no one should ever be forced to live a nugget-free life. She sits down and eats 4 of them before her mother arrives. Rosie, what are you doing? I am so sorry. No, no. Shes fine. She wanted to try a chicken nugget since shes never had one. But she has had one before. She gets them every time we come here. She tells people shes never had something before when she wants it. .....Ive been had. Ive been outfoxed at my own game by a miniature human and I folded like a bad poker hand. Twenty piece chicken nugget: 16 for me, and 4 for the little girl who played me like a cheap fiddle.
Posted on: Thu, 18 Dec 2014 21:59:57 +0000
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