Marketing~

12:15 a.m.:  A sense of satisfaction about being an adult waves over me. –How many times would I have killed as a child to do what I just did without needing the permission of anyone? ( I am so cool.)

12:13 a.m. : I turned the key in the lock of the front door on my house. I check to see if any of the neighbors are peeking out their windows.  They aren't.

12:12 a.m. I quiet the motor of my car. (The Red Rocket as my friends refer to it)

12:10 a.m. I careen around the final corner before zipping down the street toward my home. (Hoping there are no stray cats or raccoons darting out tonight...)

12:09 a.m. – I cram the last French fry in my mouth and lick the last bit of salt off of my upper lip. (These crispy grease laden sticks are simply amazing.)

12:07 a.m. I guzzle down three slurps of Coca Cola (I gave up soda at least a dozen times in the last two years, but tonight seems to hold no rules.)

12:06 – A third handful of fries are lifted from the bag and headed toward my pie hole.  (A loose fry tumbles to the floor of the car. I will rescue it tomorrow in the daylight.

12:05 a.m. – I chug big gulps of Coca-Cola to rectify the choking situation.

12:04 – A second handful of crispy French Fries makes their way to my mouth as I blare the radio to the tune of “Walkin’ in Memphis” – (A nice walk down memory lane and my college years when this song was popular. – I remember many a lunch at the Mount Mercy Café with classmates, but am quickly brought back to the present as a fry gets crammed in my throat rendering my breathing nearly impossible.  Several hunks of French fry are expelled from my mouth as I cough to regain an open breathing passageway. - (Unpleasant but it seems to beat the alternative....)

12:02 a.m. – My first handful of amazingly crisp, hot, steaming potatoes goes into my mouth as I speed out of the parking lot and manage to clip the curb in my pursuit to be home and back in bed by 12:20. (I tell myself I am subconsciously checking the struts...)

12:00 a.m. – I place my order at the GLOWING reader board outside of the 24 hour McDonald’s. (I am just two miles from the safety of my home and it is midnight on a school night. I feel free.)

11:48 p.m. – I push the accelerator farther toward the floor as I take the S curve on Northgate Way headed toward the Golden Arches.  My flip flop gets caught on the rug and we reach a speed that violates the law.

11:43 p.m. – I stumble to the door, enter the secret code and beeping fills the kitchen as the alarm alerts me that I have 30 seconds to exit. 

11:40 p.m.  I look for a pair of flip flops, throw on an overcoat and head to the door.

11:39 p.m. – I am in my pajamas in front of the tube, computer at hand reading email…..and then it happens……. A McDonald’s commercial comes on the television.  The fries bounce out of the basket and onto the table with larger than life sized pieces of salt sprinkling down on them.  MENTAL Shift: I must get some.

Conclusion: Marketing is Alive and Well~