It was unusually breezy yesterday morning as I drove to work. Cruising down Burbank's Hollywood Way, I tracked the tremors of palm trees, shaking and flapping in the wind. Though the weather was distinct for this time of year, the scenery was the same as every other day. Airport lots. Industrial spread. Morning commuters.
But I noticed something I'd never seen before as my eye followed the sights to my right. Billowing in the spring gusts, high above the airport's nearby strip mall, were 3 flags: an American flag, a California state flag, and a McDonald's flag.
The holy trifecta.
It pains me to think of that place as a great American institution. And it bothers me even more to see the golden arches when I'm traveling abroad. Instead of a comforting symbol, I find it a sad infiltration of bad American culture. Come, eat like an American and enjoy a case of type two Diabetes tomorrow. Oh but how the great MickeyDee's continues to triumph...
On another note, I thoroughly enjoyed watching Kurt sing a sad rendition of John Cougar Mellencamp's song last night on Glee. People have long been telling me I need to watch that show, but I just saw my first full episode last week. And now, I am totally hooked. It's like candy. I watched 2 episodes on Hulu yesterday and one on TV. It's just too good. I'm ashamed it took me so long to come to my senses.