I (for once) decided not to eat dinner at my place of employment after a day of managing. On the drive home I text messaged my lovely housemates (yes, I'm a bad Californian, and text while driving), to see if they'd eaten yet... and they had (mmmmmmmmmm, Sizzler), so I took a quick detour to swing through the drivethru at my local McBurger-n-Out. As I sat in line, waiting for my turn to talk into the little magic box that told the fry cooks what to prepare for me, I pondered all of the menu options before me.
I didn't want a #1, I'd had a #6 last week, the #4 and #5 just didn't do it for me, and #2 was just... wrong. None of the Valuable Meals were what I wanted.
And that's when I had my epiphany. There was more to the menu than the six or eight big pictured special deals. There was a whole LIST of things I could pick and choose from. I realized that I'd been selling my freedom of choice for a savings of 39 cents. Because it's easier, faster, and marginally cheaper to say "Number six with coke" I'd been allowing someone else to pick my meal composition for me. So I studied that non-picture menu filled with so many words, and thought about what I really wanted, rather than what was thrust to the forefront as "proper."
Double Cheeseburger, Large Fries and a Chocolate shake. Damn, it was so liberating to actually make the choice for myself. To not be bound by some corporate monkey's idea of what goes well with what. I felt free. I felt empowered. And I actually laughed all the way home. And because I'd gotten the LARGE fries instead of what came with the Valuable Meal, there were still fries left to enjoy when I finally did get home and sat down to eat.
Ain't America great?