Love is a French Fry
I remember when McDonald’s first came to Rapid City. I was just a kid and it was a huge event, the golden arches all lit up, the smell of grilled burgers and French Fries. That night I had my very first french fry and it was pure love. To this day a french fry never turns me down, treats me bad or disappoints me. Why it’s almost the perfect relationship except for the fact at some point they always run out on me.
This is “Em”, he is my traveling buddy and when we head out we always get a small bag of fries. This time I gave Em his own bag of fries and it was love for him too. Hopefully this will be a tradition that will be passed down.