A Morning at McDonald's

08/26/2009

I am not sure what drew me here this morning, but I sure as hell am at the McDonald’s here in Beautiful Downtown Berkeley Springs, West Virginia, population 711.  Other than the staff and one table with a mom and two little guys, this place is loaded with people who must be drawing Social Security or very damn close to it and that includes Yours Truly.  I don’t generally see this many “Gray Hairs” in one place except funeral homes.

Really, I just stopped by for a cup of coffee.  My laptop was in the car, and since the cleaning lady is at the house right now, I decided to take my time going back to my newly relocated office in our basement on The Farm, so here I sit taking in the ambience of this establishment, wasting my time counting the old folks.

Whenever I see I McDonald’s commercial on TV I notice there is a preponderance of kids and moms, but rarely do I see large numbers of old timers.  I suppose that little omission is marketing, but I bet a dollar to a donut most of the early morning take at any McDonald’s, especially those in the suburbs, is dolled out by persons of the senior variety.

As for me, I have been here long enough hobnobbing with the elderly.  I am heading home so I can earn the big bucks my company so magnanimously hands out to me each week.

And that is all I have to say about that…