I was out enjoying the sunshine and pleasant 14C (57F) temperature. I strolled down Columbia Street, stopping at a few places along the way. I sat on the grass at Hyack Square for a bit watching the activity on Eighth Street. The trouble started when I paid for two sweaters at the Thift Store. It was then, I noticed the Burger King coupons sitting along side several of my bank notes. I walked out again and continued past all the new construction happening near New Westminster SkyTrain Station. I kept on towards the shops at near the I.G.A. The Burger King was getting closer and closer with each step.
This is not an apology, but I hadn't eaten fast food in ages. Really.
It had surely been much more than a year, maybe two, since I'd been inside. So, in order to make the most of the unique situation, I splurged a little. My coupon gave me free french fries and drink with the purchase of a glorified Whopper. I think it was called a Mushroom & Swiss Steakhouse XT ®. The name is quite a mouthful and so was the burger. I especially thought the dollop of crushed onion-ring topping was decadent. The most-unhealthy-in-the industry fries added immensely to the occasion.
I've just eaten enough calories for the whole day, enough salt for at least three, and sufficient saturated fat for the entire week. I'd do it again in a heartbeat, as long as it still does. I assuaged my guilt with the fact I had to walk a half mile back to the apartment. Surely that equals things out, doesn't it?
