Every road trip includes a stop at McDonalds, usually for the clean bathrooms but also for one other mystical item: the fries.
Well not exactly. The red pocket that holds them.
When I was little, Daddy insisted on a 4:30AM departure for any road trip regardless of destination (going to Canton, 45 miles away, leaving at 4:30!). Ready to leave on time resulted in a reward: McDonalds hashbrowns. Which came in the red pocket, like fries and apple pies.
Hashbowns consumed, I would drift in a reverie of passing scenery, the red pocket resting perfectly on my hand like a glove. Lulled in the strange comfort of my red pocket, I dreamed of sleeping in my red pocket bed in my red pocket house, wearing red pocket panties under my red pocket dress.
This McDonalds can be commended on nice bathrooms, a quick & efficient line, and surprisingly good McNuggets -- crispy, not greasy with juicy "chicken". If only they came in a red pocket.