I will never eat in a robot emporium.
Long ago I ate at automats in Philadelphia and New York City. That was bad enough. As a kid I was charmed by all the little boxes with food in them instead of letters.
But, behind the automat boxes were people, only people. If the world will not take automats seriously, they just may not go for a computer on wheels with bug eyes.
It is with great pleasure that we at Balaam's Ass Speaks Blog wish to give the Dead Skunk Award to MacDonald's Corporation. Your journey from one Mom and Pop hamburger stand to little white plastic creeps on wheels is complete. Thus, we give you our heart felt accolades for STINK.
