McDonald’s Toys are my Kryptonite


Waiting to depart from Philly to the D.C VegFest, my father (not a veg*n) made a pit stop at the Golden Arches. “You want at least a coffee?” he asked as we parked. “Um, no. MickeyDs got plenty of our money and all I got was to be a fat child.” Actually, I did get something: a large collection of McDonald’s toys. Walking in to sit down with him, staunch there was nothing in the joint I could want, my eyes went right to the display of toys: “Oh, I want a Smurf toy!’ I mentally smacked my hand. They sure do know how to hook you.


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