When I walk into a McDonald’s, I like to feel that I am on the inside of a hostile video-game spaceship, designed in committee by the 1990s. I want to feel acute discomfort if I sit down. This has the effect of reminding me that You Do Not Go To McDonald’s To Sit Down, Unless You Have A Family Member Who Wants To Play In The Ball Pit. You go to McDonald’s to get something with enough calories to power a squirrel for a week and to get out of there before the homeless guy lingering in the booth on the end tries to communicate any revelations to you.
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