In looking for a piece to reblog for this installment of TBT, I stumbled upon this piece involving some late-night McDonald’s shenanigans. I really should compile a short collection of essays about my various misadventures at McDonald’s—and other fast food joints. Slapping together fifty pages musing about fast food in the 2020s would be much like the food itself—cheap, reprocessed garbage that costs too much and is unfit for human consumption.
And yet, the cheap flavor and saltiness of such a volume would entice just as a nocturnal cheeseburger might. What say you, dear readers? Should I put together such a lofty tome? Leave a comment and let me know.
With that, here is 2 April 2025’s “Held Hostage by a Trans Autist at McDonald’s“:
