Wednesday Update: Since the phantom fry-taunter struck the train I was on AGAIN last night, I had to have fries for lunch. Not the evil McD's fries, but fries still had to be had. YUMMY. Let's see if I can make it through my third commute home of the week, fry-odor free.
Last night I had a scrumptious four-course meal, complete with a pleasant shrimp appetizer, a gazpacho-esque soup, a luscious pepper-encrusted steak, and the BEST chocolate hazelnut Baci-inspired dessert I've ever eaten. I was full, but not unpleasantly so. Dinner was followed by a very brisk 15 minute power walk to Grand Central, with just enough time to make my train with 2 minutes to spare. I was in no way hungry, just warm, contented, and ready to go home and get my jammies..
Just as the train was about to leave, someone got on and rushed past me to get a seat -- trailing behind them the unmistakable and irresistible scent of McDonald's French fries. Suddenly I was completely and totally ... RAVENOUS!
Why is that?!
Dang it. Now I want French fries.
Curse you MickeyDees. Curse you.
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