Well, I bitch about today's super highways but then go rushing out to use them almost on a daily basis. We cover four large counties and if it were not for the state and federal roads, we'd still be out after midnight.
Of course one simple solution would be to put up enough funding to have more rehab teachers in the field, like one per county. Fat chance of that ever happening!
But speaking of the change in food sold along the highways and byways
, when I was young there was no such thing as "Fast Food". All food was local and slow. You went in and sat down and waited. And waited. I think that's why they became known as waiters because they kept you waiting.
But food was more wholesome and the grease was fresh...mostly.
The other day we were on an early morning mercy run to my mother-in-law's home, about 120 miles away. We popped into a MacDonald's and grabbed a couple of those Biscuit with Cheese and Egg and a cup of coffee. "Would you like the Meal Deal?" the young woman asked. "Sure", I said before I thought. The "Meal Deal" just added to our order a little baggie of hard, super greasy stuff they call Hash Browns. Whatever you do, do not ever order the "Meal Deal". And if, by some chance you do, do not ever eat that hard, super greasy, mass of reconstituted mulch that they call Hash Browns. Unless you've been constipated for some time.
Curious Carl
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