Filet-O-Fish fans 鈥� all 12 of you 鈥� and couch-bound pot heads, rejoice.
This week, McDonald鈥檚 and Uber Eats launched (dubbed McDelivery, naturally) from 11 麻豆传媒映画McDonald鈥檚 locations.
Customers can order anything off the menu, except soft serve cones, and Uber gets a toehold in the B.C. market, which continues to forbid the ride-hailing company from peddling its gig-economy wares in these climes.
While some will surely deride the fast food delivery partnership as a sad reflection of McDonald鈥檚 customers鈥� laziness and lack of positive health choices, we think there could be one distinct benefit: a person鈥檚 feelings of self-worth.
Speaking from experience, we鈥檝e never felt anything but hungover or shame when standing in line at McDonald鈥檚.
Have you ever looked at a fellow McDonald鈥檚 customer in the eyes?
Probably not, because you鈥檙e both staring at your shoes hoping an ex-girlfriend or boyfriend doesn鈥檛 limberly jog past and see you inside.
And if you do meet eyes with a fellow McEater, you never see joy or pride in each other鈥檚 faces. It鈥檚 just meek, feet-shuffling, deep-in-the-bones shame. Which is also why you never see or hear high fives in a McDonald鈥檚 restaurant. It鈥檚 scientifically proven.
In fact, the closest thing to a positive interaction we鈥檝e had with a fellow McDonald鈥檚 customer was shrugging acknowledgement, as if to say, 鈥淥h hey, I guess we鈥檙e in this together鈥� making questionable food choices for our doughy body鈥� but what are you gonna do.鈥�
Getting McDonald鈥檚 delivered to your bachelor apartment or dank basement suite alleviates this shame and potentially awkward interaction. Unless of course, you feel that your delivery driver is silently judging you. Which he or she probably is.
What a time to be alive.
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