I shrugged. “I may not remember being hungry during my coma but I wanted to strangle that damned nurse after I woke up.”
She barked out a laugh as she dug into the bag to get her McMuffin. “Yes, I saw the anger on your face whenever she brought your meal to you.”
I chewed enthusiastically and swallowed then snapped, “Meal? Hah! Soup and jello? No woman. Chingar, that was NOT a meal.”
She kept laughing.
I continued with my rant, “No manches! That first time when she spooned that watery poop broth into my mouth? I was imagining some very bad things happening to her and that fucking spoon!”
“Poop broth?” She snorted a laugh out through her nose at my complaints.
“And that jello tasted like burnt rubber from a flat tire.”
Selena kept shaking her head. “I would ask how you know what burnt rubber tastes like, but I think not.”
“Good, cause I would never tell you anyway. But like if evil was a meal?” I went on then gulped my coffee and added, “That exact thing would be served in hell.”
She let out another laugh as she almost choked on her food.
Concerned, I went over and slapped her on the back to try to help her. “Estás bien…Are you okay?”
She nodded and finally swallowed. “First off, slapping my back did not help. Secondly, you need to keep your jokes locked up until I’m done eating.”
“But I love to hear you laugh.”
She took a sip of her coffee then replied, “And I love your humor, butshhh!”
We then ate in silence, well except for my occasional groans of ecstasy over the hashbrowns and the meal in general.
Selena kept snickering at the sounds I made though.
I finally finished and reached over to take her hand in mine. Raising it up, I turned it and kissed her palm.
Staring at me, she asked, “What was that for?”
“For being so generous.”
She rolled her eyes. “Come on, it’s not steak and lobster. It's just fast food. Although, I did get a hint that you love McDonalds.”
I snickered. “How did youeverguess?”
She smirked at me. “I thought you were gonna… well ruin your boxer briefs over those McMuffins.”
I laughed at this. “It is sort of an addiction. I admit I am an addict. I used to belong to the MA.”
Looking curious, Selena cocked her head at me. “The MA?”
“Yes, McDonalds Anonymous.”
She grinned.
I went on with the joke, “We would tell our stories. Like how McSorry we were that we were addicted to those little apple turnovers. And how we forgave them for never fixing their milkshake machines.”
“McSorry?” she asked with a laugh.
Nodding at her, I decided to clean up. I stood and grabbed the bag. “It really has deep meaning. At least to me it does. Because as you could tell I cherish Mickey D’s like no other fast food in the whole freakin’ world.”
Nodding, she finished her muffin and said, “I did get a hint or two of that. Like yesterday… When you saw that double yellow arches sign in that parking lot, I thought you were gonna faint.”
