I stopped at a fast food restaurant the other day and ordered one of those low-priced combo meals for $5.
Back in the day, a $5 meal would hold you over until you could get home for a real dinner. We are no longer back in the day.
The menu was innocent enough, a cheeseburger, small fries and a small drink, just enough to hold me over for dinner in a few hours. All for about $5.
When my order was ready, the teenager handed me a bag large enough to hold a week’s worth of groceries.
“I’m sorry,” I explained, “I ordered the $5 combo meal. You must have gotten my order mixed up with the one for the Denver Bronco’s football team.”
The kid dug in the bag, “nope, this is the right order, a burger, small fries and – oh I forgot the drink.”
He disappeared behind the window and shortly reappeared with a bucket of 7-up large enough to fill the Great Lakes, “here’s your drink,” he announced as he handed me a straw the size of my arm, “small Sprite.” As I put the bag of food and the small drink into my car, it tilted over on 2 wheels from the weight, reminding me of the intro to the Flintstones.
I opened the bag to check my order and to my horror, I realized that this generation holds nothing sacred. They used a cardboard container for SMALL fries. I was trained on fast food back in the day. Everyone knows that small fries come in paper envelopes and only LARGE fries can be placed in cardboard.
I decided that there was no way I could eat all of that food, so I shared it with the inhabitants of a small, starving country. We should be finished eating sometime next week.