God Bless America

The last time I had McDonalds, my order was a cup of coffee with a drop of cream. “NO SUGAR?” “No, thank you.” “YOU SURE?” “I'm so sweet, it'd be cannibalism.” That usually let's me wiggle out without having to have 2 plus scoops of sweetener.

In spite of my low consumption of the food-like stuffs at the Golden Arches, I frequently visit them because my bank has mini ATMs in them all over NYC. Every now and then, I actually look around inside a Mickey D's and see something cool.

I assume this bike's owner was in the bathroom that was locked the entire time I was there. More than likely trying to figure out what to do with her loooong legs to fit in the stall.