While my in-laws were visiting this weekend, they got up early one morning and went to McDonald’s to pick up breakfast for us all. They said to Jody, “Do you think Amy will eat a bacon, egg and cheese sandwich?” To which Jody replied, “Sure.”
Later that morning as I got out of the shower, Jody told me there was a breakfast sandwich waiting for me downstairs. I immediately asked him where it was from, suspecting it was from McD’s. He confirmed it. I said sheepishly to him, “Uh, you know I can’t eat that,” which immediately reminded him of the fact that I’ve been boycotting McD’s for over a year now (ever since I saw “Super Size Me”). It’s not like I ate there often before then, but watching that movie and reading up on the history of McD’s was enough for me to decide not to patronize them anymore.
So he went downstairs to tell his folks that – oh yeah, Amy’s boycotting McD’s and probably won’t eat it.
That left me feeling badly. Here they were, guests in my home just trying to do something nice for me by buying me breakfast. And here I was saying “thanks, but no thanks.”
I thought for a few minutes about just eating it to avoid hard feelings, but I decided to stand by my principles and tell them I appreciated the offer, but I couldn’t eat it. (Jody ate it anyway, so it didn’t exactly go to waste.) I tried to explain a little bit to them about why I’m boycotting the golden arches, but I’m always bad at arguing a case that I’m not prepared for.
Anyway (to my in-laws), I really did appreciate the thought, so thank you. :) Hope there are no hard feelings.
And to those of you wondering why I didn’t just eat the darn thing, I decided that I need to stand by my convictions, both for my sake and for Ava’s sake. I know she isn’t aware of whether or not I ate the sandwich now, but someday she will be and I want to be a good role model for her. When I say I’m boycotting something, I want to mean it.
On a related note (and something I probably shouldn’t even be admitting), I bought Ava a couple fall/winter outfits today from a consignment store. I didn’t bother to see what brand they were – just verified that they were sufficiently cute, checked the size and held them up against her to make sure they would fit. Once we got home and I tried them on her I found that one of the overalls is “McKids” brand!! Doh! I feel like such a hypocrite.