Picture the scene, 2013, humidity rising through the air, in sunny Sydney.
It was very hot that day and I had been at the beach. My head ached from being in the sun too long, and my stomach roared with a serious hunger. "Mcdonalds?" I asked my friend, knowing well enough that my question only had one answer.
I threw my shorts over my swimmers, and began to walk barefoot to Mcdonalds, which was about a 10 minute walk away. My thongs (flip flops for the british reading this) were in my bag, due to my feet being covered in sand and I set about my hike into the burning sun. After weaving my way through tourists and other beach goers, I finally get to the front of the counter. "A big mac and a frozen coke, please."
I earned this, I thought to myself as I wiped the sweat from my forehead and sighed from relief that I could finally stand in the shade and not burn my feet. Have you ever tried to walk without shoes on hot pavement? I doubt even Satan himself could, but I endured the pain in order to receive this delicious gift to myself.
"Number 143?" the lady called out, but I was already there, arms open to greet my hard earned meal. A smile crept upon my lips as I looked down at the satisfying brown paper bag, I was ready. I adventured to find a place to sit and enjoy my meal. The first sip of my frozen coke felt like someone was extinguishing a fire in my throat. My stomach growled with an intense need to be satisfied, and I carefully opened the box to my Big Mac.
Salivating, and pupils dilated, I grabbed my burger with both hands, as if I was accepting a trophy, and eagerly went to bite.
All of a sudden, after nothing more than a wiff of what could have been the best meal of my life, a seagull comes out of nowhere, and swoops down and grabs my burger from my malnourished hands. I still cant comprehend what has happened. I look up in utter shock, and see said seagull soaring high with my whole burger in his beak.
That is a day of betrayal I will never forget.
thank you @missy @rambo
