Super Size Fries but no Polly

I tried visiting the 24 hour McDonalds the other day without you, Polly. I ordered, as usual, a super size fry (which McDonalds never actually has on the menu) and an Oreo McFlurry. After ordering, I looked to the passenger seat to ask you what you wanted, but you were not there. I shed a single tear.

Then, I drove around to the payment window. Still no Polly. I thought maybe you would show up.

Finally, upon receiving my food, I asked for ketchup. No one laughed at me. As I drove away there was no glee-filled conversation about fries and McFlurries, how often we do this, how fat we are going to get, or how the Tyson's corner McDonald's is the best in the world. There was no witty discussion of the differences between the US and Poland, no bitter rant about the differences between men and women, or women and women, or men and men. There was just me in my car, thinking about how it is probably a lot colder in Poland than it is in the US, though Polly probably has heat in Poland.

I miss you Polly. I miss your crazy stories, sitting up with you until 5 in the morning talking about life, boys, religion, culture, work, books, language, stupid people and sometimes smart people. And, above all, I miss McDonald's.

Anxiously anticipating your return,

Baguette