I eat McDonald’s about once a month.

The nearest one is 20 minutes away.

So going there is a trip.

Not quite an adventure.

But a break from the ordinary.

A step outside routines.

This morning it was in the 70s.

Windows down, feeling the breeze.

The Golden Arches want our love.

“Love” isn’t the word.

I like their food, but love?

Not sure I’m ready for that much commitment.