Camping: Driving home.
Sep. 1st, 2007 11:06 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
elfsWe rose, made French toast, broke camp in the drizzle, and headed home.
On the way home, we got hungry and stopped at a Burger King. I notice that on the pop machine there are now signs, like those you find in a wine store: "Sprite! Goes with..." And I enjoyed the Coke one. "Coke! Goes with the whopper, double whopper, and triple whopper." Basically, that says to me, "Look, a Whopper is 690 calories and each additional patty is another 300. Have a Coke. If you're going to commit suicide, you may as well go all the way."
There's an Onion shtick, Area Man's Recommended Daily Caloric Intake Exceeded By 9 A.M., which I can sympathize with, because I did do that, eating a total of 1550 calories in one sitting. Gross!
There's also another advertisement that I spotted along the way. It's a Chevron ad and it shows a cartoon character in one of their cartoon cars; a fuel line runs to the car, and another line runs from the character's mouth to a huge bucket of sodapop. Now, most people don't know much about the quality of gas; they just know that their car runs on it. But we know that sodapop is bad for you. Equating something we know is really bad for your body with your gasoline is probably not what Chevron had in mind.
Anyway, we got home after only a three hour drive. I wore my kilt. Nobody at the Burger King batted an eye, and we were really deep in rural country out in Sedro-Wooley. We all immediately took showers, went out to eat at a decent restaurant, and then went home, lay down, and passed out.
On the way home, we got hungry and stopped at a Burger King. I notice that on the pop machine there are now signs, like those you find in a wine store: "Sprite! Goes with..." And I enjoyed the Coke one. "Coke! Goes with the whopper, double whopper, and triple whopper." Basically, that says to me, "Look, a Whopper is 690 calories and each additional patty is another 300. Have a Coke. If you're going to commit suicide, you may as well go all the way."
There's an Onion shtick, Area Man's Recommended Daily Caloric Intake Exceeded By 9 A.M., which I can sympathize with, because I did do that, eating a total of 1550 calories in one sitting. Gross!
There's also another advertisement that I spotted along the way. It's a Chevron ad and it shows a cartoon character in one of their cartoon cars; a fuel line runs to the car, and another line runs from the character's mouth to a huge bucket of sodapop. Now, most people don't know much about the quality of gas; they just know that their car runs on it. But we know that sodapop is bad for you. Equating something we know is really bad for your body with your gasoline is probably not what Chevron had in mind.
Anyway, we got home after only a three hour drive. I wore my kilt. Nobody at the Burger King batted an eye, and we were really deep in rural country out in Sedro-Wooley. We all immediately took showers, went out to eat at a decent restaurant, and then went home, lay down, and passed out.
