McDonalds, this one's for you

Dear McDonalds,

or more affectionately

Dear MacDo,

I suppose I can't thank you for being an American corporation with an international presence that may threaten the fabric of European life as we know it. We have our differences, I know. I still haven't gotten over that one time I was at the Pantheon in Rome, and I turned around to see you creeping up behind me. That wasn't cool MacDo. But let us put our differences aside because today I would like to say thank you. Thank you for having not one, but two branches in middle-of-nowhere France (who are we kidding, Angers isn't Paris, it isn't Cannes, but it's not so bad, we both know that). Thank you for being open 7 days of the week with very reasonable hours all 7 days. Thank you for McFlurries, thank you for parfaits. But above all, thank you for wifi. I would like to sincerely thank you for the free and unlimited access you grant me to the internets. All of them. All the internets. Because it is because of you MacDo, that I hauled my computer across Angers, through the empty parking lot of Geant Casino on a hot day, sat myself down and hammered out all the blog posts I'd been holding back.

So here's to you MacDo, for being better than your bad rap.

And here's to you French MacDo, because you have chocolate mousse on your euro menu.

Thank you.

Sincerely,

Shannon "smathers" Mathers