March 21st, 2007, 5:24 pm
Fast Food Road Whore
BFE, Virginia, March 21, 2007
Oh, you suspicious cad, you.
You think that I only make a show of eating veggies and slamming water and occasionally walking home instead of riding the metro.
You think it’s all a show - and that when I’m alone - really, truly, in the middle of BFE Virginia off I-95, with no civilized people in sight - that I drive to a freaking Arby’s and order a buttload of disgusting processed food that I shove down my face and then highly regret only minutes later.
It’s in your imagination - me, saucing down the grey-mystery meat sandwich. I would never in a million years cover this fake-cheese and macaroni with salt and cracked pepper (ooh! little pepper grinders on the table!), and then wipe up all the extra cheese with my potato cake. Swirling it all down with a triumphant swig of Dr. Pepper? Why, the things you think of!
No, no. I work in an office in downtown DC. I imperviously read yoga brochures while ordering sushi and a large skim latte from the same place.
I’m not this secretly-delighting-in-fast-food-whore that you picture me to be. That my friend, would be you.
March 21st, 2007 at 5:34 pm
That pic reminds me of The Simpsons episode where the kids are all stranded on an island or something and one of the twins (Sherri or Terri) says, “I’m so hungry, I could eat Arby’s!” and all the other kids are like, “Wow, she really IS hungry!”