Fast food is great. Little chicken nuggets that require you to constantly suppress thoughts that say you’re probably not actually eating chicken. But who cares really?
The golden crust layering the outside of the delicately floured nugget is just the push that you probably need to start eating your pain and sorrows away.
Sadly, there’s usually an absence of this mysteriously evasive “push” when you’re sitting on the couch realizing you should probably get up and do something with your life.
Eating enough food for a village of Ethiopians to feast on for a week may seem like a large task to others, but luckily for me and the majority of other Americans, we’ve had time to hone our skills. We have a very particular set of skills, skills that make us a nightmare for people like plumbers and fitness clubs.