McDonald's and Ciara's Dirty Ear

Ciara has been shaking her head and scratching her ear since Sunday. Last night I put some Jojoba oil in it. I was going to put some sweet oil aka olive oil known for soothing ear problems in it but since the jojoba has a pump I used that. That helped until this morning. I was going to put some of my premixed jojoba/grapeseed/tea tree oil in her ear, but since I've never tried that on myself, I called the vet and picked up some Epi-Otic from them. There I changed her contact info from her dead beat father's to mine. The address and all was the same, but he was listed under her info. Before skeeting a gallon of this stuff in her ear I let her run free in the neighborhood since she knows not to go on grey pavement (the big street) beyond the hill behind the house. She visited the big black dog. Sniffed some plants for a good five minutes and then came running to the front door. We weeded the backyard/patio and sprayed weedkill on everything. Ciara was in heaven so I pinned her down and went to work on her ear.

After I picked up Ciara's medicine I went to McDonald's. I have a slight loyalty to McD since the company, Kay an Ecolab Company, I work for is the sole supplier for of cleaning agents for every single McDs (except Germany). I'm talking about from the pavement, windows, dishes, machines, tables, floors, laundry, and more. And Kay supplies Yum brands - KFC, Taco Bell, Pizza Hut.... And Burger King.

I got a compliment from a white lady. In her more ghetto and country than I am dialect or whatever "Yer her is pertty. I like that." I thanked her and thought if I had ever gotten a compliment from a white person who didn't know me. She didn't ask what they were or any questions about them. That was the first real compliment that I have ever received in person. So I told her, "You're the first person that's complimented my hair."

This McD was full of blue collar men too - dusty, dirty, greasy, hot and sweaty, hungry, young, muscular, hard-working, Dickey's wearing, strong armed, salty tasting MENZ. I did look at every last one of them. How do I know they are salty tasting? Because men taste like salt when they sweat. Did you know that male sweat is an aphrodisiac? My sweat tastes like Cinnamon Toast Crust.

I was eating my McCruncher, when this ridiculously old and ugly man said I looked comfortable sitting there. I said I was and kept eating. On his second round past me he bidded me a good day. I samed to him. Then he was leaving out, and was motioning and mouthing something. So, I loudly and ignorantly said, "Main, I cain't hur you, watcha ya say now?" He came over and asked me for my number. "You know I got a man, right?" He asked if he could give me his number. "You know I ain't gonna call, right?" He laughed and walked on about his business. So outside this joint, he asked if I had changed my mind. "No, I still got a man and I still ain't calling." He went on about how honest I was and there needed to be more ladies like me and how lucky my man was. I got in my car and kept it moving.

Moral of this story, use the drive-thru.

And what the heck is this about? I guess I'll click here and find out.

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