I'd just left divorce court, and had a nine-hour journey ahead of me to my new start-over state. I needed someplace warm, familiar, and homey to change out of my fancy court clothes, and I chose my neighborhood McDonald's.
After changing, I went up front to place an order. The guy behind the counter wanted to know how I was, so I told him I'd just gotten divorced. He said, "Don't worry, you'll be fine--in time!" I said I hoped he was right. We exchanged a few more words, but I was so depressed I just went through the motions. As he handed me my bag, he winked and said, "I put a little something extra in there, to cheer you up."
It was an apple pie. It made me cry.
It was the best McDonald's apple pie I ever ate, and that's saying a lot, because those things aren't really that great. Especially since they don't deep-fry them anymore.
See? There are still nice guys in the world!
