Drive like no one's watching, dance like Paula Abdul is.

I'm sitting in the parking lot of a McDonalds in Franklin Tenn, just south of Nashville. I've driven 26 miles, one way, to come here. No, not for a delicious order of golden brown fries, no, not for a double cheese, my current burger of choice. I'm here to use the internet access they offer. A "Hot spot" it's called. My work computer has to be linked up to our home office every night, before 11pm central time, or the world blows up or something goofy like that. So no problem, I'm at a Hampton inn, a great place to stay, and within my budget, the only problem is, over the last 2 months, I've been unable to link my computer to the mother ship. So I drove across the street to Holiday inn, no wireless access. Comfort Inn, password needed, Biff's no-tell motel, nope. So I'm driving the almost 30 miles to the closest town to link up this computer at Ronald McDonald's Place. Sidebar: do you think Ronald McDonald the clown is related to Michael McDonald the singer? Anyway it's pretty sad when you can go to a freakin' Macky-Dees and get a better internet hookup than you can at the 80 bux a nite hotel.Maybe I'll drive through, and reward myself for being such a faithful employee. I shouldn't, I'm on a diet, kind of an atkin's-type thing, I've lost 16 pounds, but gained back 5. I'll lose it again, and more. But in the meantime, I should have a burger, no bun, no mayo. Yes, no, yes, no, yes...no. well, okay. My computer has completed it's upload, I can drive 30 miles back to my awesome hotel, that doesn't allow me to link up my computer. And I'll have to unwind a little now, which means I'm up another couple of hours. Whatever, I just heard the bell ring, and the frycook dude, just announced, "Fries are up!" I'm outta here. Nitey nite.