Why Fast Food is Bad for You

So as I left work for the day at noon (I love half days) I decided that I had worked my little tail off and I wanted, nay, NEEDED, a milkshake. Chick-Fil-A being oh so conveniently located, I ignored the voices of reason that said I had a big butt and a small bank account and cruised over to get some chicken. I had just pulled up to place my order when I heard an odd hissing noise. Strange, maybe the speaker isn't working right... But no, I placed my order successfully and pulled up. The noise continued, and I thought perhaps a water line? and looked around for a sprinkler or hose. Nope... A horrifying thought hit me, what if my power steering whatever thingy-ma-bob had blown up? Then as I continued to pull forward one car space at a time, it became very apparent to me that the hissing sound was the air in my tire, I could here the blowing increase when I drove on top of whatever was in my wheel. ARGH! Once my food had been retrieved, I pulled into a parking spot to inspect this new spot on my day. I kid you not, the cause of the hissing was a 3/4" bolt stuck into my tire. DAMMIT! My mind screamed tire store - ask and ye shall receive! The clouds parted, beams of light shown down and angels descended to guide my path.... Or I looked to the right and discovered a Big-O-Tire next door to the Chick-Fil-A. Yay me! I cruised my way over there trying to ignore the lovely hissing noise and now the gentle pull of a quickly flattening tire.
Have found a parking space right up front, I went in and waited to be attended. (I'd like to just note that my food and milkshake sat almost forgotten in the car at this point) A gentleman (ya right) came out and asked me what I needed, so I explained I had something in my tire and needed it fixed. He told me it'd be an hour or so and as I had nothing better to do, I handed him my keys and went outside for my shake. Sitting there I called the one person I call whenever my life reaches minor crisis stage, my daddy. It was his advice that I have the tire changed then wander over to Discount Tire since I didn't know if I still had warranty coverage. I nearly always listen to my daddy (no, really!) so I went back in to retrieve my keys. "Hey, I think I might still have a warranty on these tires so I'm going to take it where I got them. Can I get my keys from you?" "Sure, no problem." "Can I get someone to change the tire real quick?" "Sure, but it'll be an hour." "Seriously? It takes you guys a couple minutes..." "Yeah, but you've got all these people ahead of you." "All right, whatever, I'll do it myself." And out I went in a huff, but not before scanning the by-standers in the small shop who couldn't have helped but hear this exchange. Three ladies and a guy trying real hard to avoid my gaze. But on the way out was a guy by the door who had just come in. "Wanna make a quick $20?" I grinned at him. He laughed and said no thanks, I grinned and shrugged and headed out.
I opened my front door, tossed in my purse, then popped my hatch. I located the jack pretty easily and had gotten as far as removing it when that guy who'd been by the door came out. "Are you seriously gonna change it yourself?" "Yep, I can't drive it like this, and I don't want to wait an hour when I can do it myself." "Aw man, now I'm gonna feel all guilty... I'll help you change it." "Seriously? Oh, that'd be great!" And help he did. We chatted and made fun of Big O as we figured out how to release the spare from under the car and use the jack. And yes, I did get my hands dirty, though he did most of the work. I tried to offer him some cash, but all he asked was for me to take a picture of him changing my tire in front of a Big O Tire store, which I happily did. He couldn't wait to tell the story to his co-workers, saying his day had been pretty boring up til then. Also, he said he had a wife that he hoped someone would help in the same situation. I didn't get his name, but thanks so much!
Donut securely in place, I made my way toward Discount Tire, normally a 10 minute drive. I do love not going over 40 MPH.... By this time my waffle fries were cold and my shake was decidedly melty, and I honestly didn't have much of an appetite. I was SO mad at those jerks at Big O who could have changed my tire in less than 5 minutes and were probably inside laughing at us. Well I did get to Discount Tire and as always the guys there were fast and friendly. The man who checked me in was impressed by the size of the chunk of metal sticking out of my now-flat tire. He expressed his concern over their ability to just patch it and I told him I REALLY didn't want to buy a new tire, but I understood and for them to do their best. I was in there less than 15 minutes. I didn't have time to look through a single crappy tire-store magazine fully. My tire got plugged, replaced on the car, and the spare and jack put away. And a kid with a smile on his face told me no charge and sent me on my way. They even checked the air pressure in all my tires. So let's weigh this out.... Fast, friendly service that gets results, or an overbearing jerk working for that creepy Little O.... I love Discount Tire. Though looking back, they didn't ask me if I wanted to keep the bolt...
Anyway, I guess my whole point is if you're trying to lose weight and save money, don't go out for fast food. You'll get a flat tire.