A Family McLandmark Demolished

It's a sad week here at FMFO. The building in which I fell in love with my husband has been demolished this week in our hometown. McDonald's employed both Greg and I for several years during college. And while neither of us ended our employment there on particularly fabulous terms (I think manager McJeff ended up McFiring both of us at different points), nor would we ever wish to return, it is the building where I first came to know of his gentle, good heart, his sweet, funny personality, and his tight, cute ass. (Not necessarily in that order, by the way. When that ass went by, you could TOTALLY tune out Customer X's special order for a filet-o-fish with no tartar sauce coming over the drive-thru headset. Damn that was a fine ass.)

Whoo. Sorry. Anyway...

They are rebuilding, by the way - so a shiny, new, state-of-the-art McCafe will take the place of the old Mickey D's where he and I made countless Big Macs, served fries, swept floors and earned minimum wage +, all the while spending time getting to know each other as friends, coworkers and later...you know...

Bow McChicka Wow Wow...

...but never AT work. No no no. Seriously. Not with me anyway. He dated most of the female crew at one time or another (yes you did, dear, don't make me list them) and I heard rumors, but he now denies them, and since I am his wife I am obligated to believe and move on, so I will. Whatever.

So the local paper posted video of the demolition of the old building, calling it a "landmark" (which may be a stretch for a 30-some year old building, but whatever, it's a small town) and I had a little tear action going on. Got a little choked up, I admit it. That building, as stupid as it seems (because, well, it's a McDonald's for cripe's sake), meant something to us; something that the new building can't ever hold for us. I remember the first day he noticed me, and the first day I noticed him. I remember standing next to the safe by the kitchen door and I remember how his eyes sparkled when he looked at me, and how my heart fluttered when we spoke. And many years later, on our wedding day morning, we would each go there separately for a quick bite on our way to the church, and then later giggle about how ironic it was that we had both gone there, ten minutes apart; and how surreal it was to stand there looking at the kitchen and counter area where we fell in love, never knowing back then what a beautiful life the future held for us. I told him that it reminded me of how far we'd come, and that from the very beginning, he had always been 'the best man I know'. True then, true now.

And he still has a nice ass. That's a plus, too. Or, in this case, a McPlus*.

*Ah, I still love the McJokes. You can "Mc" just about anything, trust me. The McManagement doesn't always think it's funny, but they're wrong. It's TOTALLY McFunny. Give it a try, it's a McRiot. Go ahead.