I'm on my way back to the United States. But I'm not there yet. But I'm reminded of it again, the United States, here in Scotland, just passing through. Though I was barely allowed into the country, to be true. The portions here are enormous—like in the States.
A lady this morning at the airport with a Starbucks in her hand looked like she was about to tip-over. Her coffee was nearly bigger than she was. And my Pike's Place, which I was craving,—an American coffee, slow-drip—though I regret because it tastes shit, it will maybe take me 3 hours to drink—the smallest size even. And I'll maybe miss my flight.
But to be fair, I stopt at McDonald's yesterday and had a coffee. It took only one-and-a-half hours for me to drink. And it tasted like burnt hair. This Pike's Place tastes like burnt plastic. Let's see does sugar help. Nope. A hint of cardboard is that now?
And the little girl next to me yesterday at the McDonald's and her babysitter across from her each had a tray full of food in front of them—burgers, fish-fingers, fries, drinks, and milkshakes. Claire, the babysitter asked, Claire, is your McFlurry good, Claire? Claire, is your McFlurry good, yes or no? Claire finally burped out a yes. Good indeed, I'd say.
I thought they'd maybe leave me money on their way out, Claire-Claire and the babysitter, thinking I had none myself looking-over at my tray—an empty box of fries and a coffee. But I was full enough honestly. I even used the water closet on my way out. But doesn't everyone at McDonald's?
And then I had way too much money in my pocket. So I stopt into a pub a bit more down the way after a bit. I had to use both hands to carry-back to my seat the enormous pint of beer the bartender had given me for almost nothing.
I thought maybe of asking her for help drinking the thing, the beer, the bartender. Impatience it was with which she kept glancing at my glass about every 5 minutes. But the seats there were cusioned, red-leather benches, very comfortable. And I was glad of it, sat there for nearly 2 hours sipping my beer.