And don't even try to get breakfast at 10:31. They won't even consider it!
All the world seems to want nothing more than to stay contained inside the little box they call their life. They don't want to venture out... they certainly don't want anything new or different coming in. And the minute you try to cut a small hole in their box so you can say hello or share an idea, they've got the duct tape out to plaster over it. This wouldn't be too bad except these same people are intent of keeping everybody else confined in little boxes too...
The worst part is that you don't even get to choose your own container, other people pick it for you. The best you can do is decorate the inside of your box with cool stickers and stuff.
But I ran out of stickers years ago.
And now I'm just tired.
I am so tired of being trapped in this box I've been stuffed into.
Or, to put it another way... why? Why won't they let me order breakfast at McDonalds after 10:30?
...or get a cheese burger before 10:30.
I feel your pain. It's just wrong
Posted by Mad William on December 30, 2008 | Reply
I KNOW!
Im never up in time to drive all the way into the city for a bacon and egger, and I WANT ONE!
Posted by bluepaintred on December 30, 2008 | Reply
As soon as you break out of one box, they try to put you in another. You've got to be slippery so they find it difficult to hold on.
Unfortunately, it's not just McDonald's. I quarrelled with a restaurant's management about the same 10:30 breakfast cut off just two Sunday's ago. I cannot think of a better day for a late(-ish) breakfast than Sunday.
You don't get breakfast til 10 am in your box? GAH!! It's a Dave-tastrophe!
I have upgraded to a cave and it is wonderful. I get to have whatever food I want AND I have cable. :o)
Posted by RiceWenchie on December 30, 2008 | Reply
I don't eat breakfast at McDonalds. I don't like eggs, I find this makes getting breakfast at places interesting because eggs are everywhere. Fried, scrambled, over easy (whatever the hell that means). It's like they are haunting me or something.
I like french toast. Does that help?
I hope the box can be ripped open, thrown to the wind, and a fresh gust of invigorating air can blow you this year.... And, of course, you remember my McDonald's story.
Happy New Year!
I eat at McDonalds maybe twice a year, generally when I'm driving halfway across the country to see friends or relatives. Last week was one of those times and one morning I had a hankerin' for a very unhealthy biscuit-based breakfast item. I left the highway at 10:30 and ordered at 10:32 only to be told that breakfast was no longer being served.
Dream-crushing motherfuckers. The rest of the trip tasted like disappointment and hate.
Posted by You can call me, 'Sir' on December 31, 2008 | Reply
That was pretty deep and profound....until it wasn't... ;P
Posted by The Duchess on December 31, 2008 | Reply
Ha. I was really digging the soul searching in that post and wondered where you were going with it. And, of course, a fast food restaurant rant was my first guess.
Posted by Kevin Spencer on December 31, 2008 | Reply
I spent last year busting out of boxes and people tried to stuff me back in. Now I go to Jack in the Box, because he's all about the box too.
Posted by floating princess on January 01, 2009 | Reply
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