Thursday, June 05, 2008

My McDonald Moments


There are countless McDonalds in the world but I probably had dined in this particular McDonald at the heart of St.Chatherine street in Montreal, more than any McDonalds in the world. I'm glad to see that it still lives there, 9 years after I have last seen it.

During a cold snowy night in 1995, I walked into this McDonald around 9pm. I hadn't eaten anything all day, and I forgot why so. As soon as I had picked up the tray with a set meal, I stumbled and fell. The coke splashed, fries strewn all over the floor. I was literally on my knees.

Maybe it was the extreme hunger. Or maybe the coldness had sucked out all the energy from my body. I lost my steps.

A black waiter quickly helped me to get up. She told me not to worry about it. Embarrassed, I didn't know what to do. Seconds later, she delivered another set to me. I probably was more overwhelmed by embarrassment than hunger by then, but I finished the whole set nonetheless, with mixed feelings. Gratitude, self-pity, and sense of depression. I didn't know how I could get through this for another 3 or 4 years.

But of course I survived. There were many happy moments too in this restaurant, and I had dined with many friends there, but oddly I couldn't remember much details of happy moments.

Most of the moments there were neither positive or negative. There were many late nights, in which I was dining there alone, after watching movies nearby. I would be sipping the cold Coke, staring out the glass into the darkness, thinking of the movies that I had just seen. I was probably smiling over a clever plot, while chewing the fries, with lots of mayonnaise.

After clearing the tray, I would put on the coat, take a deep breath, and open the door, and plunge myself into arctic coldness, and struggle to walk up a steep slope to get home.

6 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Well, that's something that money can't buy, isn't it? It's a moment in life that you don't go back to. I mean, now that most of us are married, kids, family responsibility and so on; it's hard to imagine going back to the same scene ever in our lives. But if you were to ask me, I don't mind having a "time-out" session and savour this feeling again. A kind of feeling that we would like to rekindle, but we don't want to be trapped in the same circumstance. I don't know if that's how you feel, but that's how I felt when I look at the words and the pictures that bring back the old memories. I don't know if this is 游子心情 or 单身感觉. :) Could be both I guess.

Mr.T

6/06/2008 5:41 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

that is broke back mountain then...

6/07/2008 9:10 AM  
Anonymous tienyang said...

what i feel, is the beautiful usage of words and pretty expression of feeling in this essay. What a sentimental work.

6/08/2008 7:44 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Mr gloomy...capable of being sentimental... :)even at these ages.

6/10/2008 9:11 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

u shd send this to Reader's Digest.

Mr L

6/20/2008 9:51 AM  
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6/26/2008 8:38 PM  

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