I miss going trough the McDonald's drivethrough. The smell of hot french fries eminating from the crisply folded white sack. digging while I'm driving for a cheeseburger. Eating that lovely cheeseburger while driving home, picking the melted cheese off the paper wrapper at the red light. Washing it down with a big draw on the oversized straw I just poked in my chocolate shake. Crinkling up the cheeseburger wrapper and whipping it out the window so my wife doesn't know I ate a cheeseburger on the way home with supper. Digging for fries while driving home. Bringing this fantastic feast into the house and laying it out on real plates so it feels like a gourmet meal. Dipping those, now somewhat cold, fries in a big pile of ketchup. Polishing off a Big Mac and 6 gold nuggets dipped in sweet and sour sauce. I miss the feel of that hot apple McPie burning my tongue as I hungrily scarf it for dessert.
I don't miss my fatty liver disease, diabetes, and gout.