We greensmoothiegirled this McD’s in Las Vegas. That means we stopped to use the facilities but did not participate in the Weapons of Mass Destruction (Big Mac, fries, and a Coke) that comprises McDonalds Corporation. (I know, we shouldn’t use the facilities if we’re not contributing to the company’s profitability, but I worked there when I was 16—officially the last time I ate there—so I’ve contributed, right?) Then we ate our lunch of GS plus some peanut-butter-banana sandwiches outside in the sunshine. The irony!
Emma felt sorry for this trash can. “He’s going to get cancer,” she said, “since he’s fed nothing but junk all day.” We fed some traces of vegs and fruits to him (the first he’s ever had?) on our green smoothie straws when we were done. Hopefully we saved his life. But his odds aren’t good.