The compulsion to buy you and eat you came to me so quickly that I was already in the McDonald's drive-thru before I could even question my reason for being there. A barely pubescent voice boomed from the speaker: "WELCOMETOMCDONALDSCANITAKEYOURORDERPLEA
No matter. Out of nervous habit, I glanced up at the board-- a completely unnecessary action. My mouth opened and my instincts took over. I didn't need to read the number for the McRib meal. I knew
it. The box was still spewing out garbled high pitched words when I quickly arrived at the window. The girl inside stared at me with the large glassy eyes of pure fear. Dear in headlight eyes. She could see the look of ravenous instinctual hunger on my face, much like that of a cougar who had been driven mad with the lust for blood. She, a gazelle who had haplessly stumbled in my path, now stood motionless. Our eyes locked and stayed that way. As if on command, she rattled off some robotic greeting and then something about ketchup.
Every question was hurriedly answered with "McRib"
"That'll be $2.67. Cash or credit?"
I noticed my mouth hadn't closed completely in a while. A small stream of drool made it's way down the corner of my mouth and dripped from my chin. My higher mind functions had already ceased to exist. I was operating on base level here.. my only desire at this point was to tear into the McRib's pink supple flesh and bathe in the Barbeque sauce that dripped from it's mangled carcass.
She timidly took the credit card from my hand, all the while trying to avoid eye contact.