So, if you read my lists over there, you will see that one of my "guilty pleasures" is cheeseburgers. Especially at certain, particularly hormonal times of the month.
And anytime I cave, and actually eat one of these heart-healthy little numbers (read: today), I usually get an equally healthy drink to accompany it. I feel that the chemicals in the soda are a nice compliment to the fake-beef burger. A parallel of heart attack and cancer, slightly curving until they converge in a tasty deadly lunch. So, I don't do it often, but when I do, I notice a trend. Is it just me, or are soft-drinks getting bigger at fast-food places?
I order a medium coca-cola classic. I mean, yum. Coke is probably my biggest achilles heel as far as junk food goes. Really, it's not only delicious and ice-cold, it's refreshing!
Ah-hem... Ok, so, "... and a medium coke, please," "that will be 4.81. Please come to the second window..." Doo, doo, doo, driving around. Opening window. Blinking eyes in surprise (every time, I guess it shouldn't surprise me so much anymore). Reaching both hands out of window to take what appears to be a silo full of the nectar of the gods. Um, hello? MEDIUM? No way that's fitting in the drink-holder. Let me just situate this thing in its car-seat. This time I was prepared.
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