Oh.  That’s right.  My bad.  He retired.  That’s Drew Carey.

No joke, I had a brief freak out moment this morning while tuning into America’s favorite game show, The Price Is Right.  I haven’t had a chance to watch the show for a while and obviously, hadn’t seen it since Mr. Carey took over, so I was all “what the heezy?” when I turned the channel and thought I was watching a rerun of The Drew Carey Show. 

I only got to see the final showcase portion, but from what I saw, I didn’t really like what little I saw.  The look of the show is pretty much the same, but instead of the iconic 70s feel to the set, it looks like a “designer” from Trading Spaces renovated the joint.  And Drew seemed less than thrilled to be the host.  Sorry Drew, this shit ain’t “Whose Line”.  Ryan Stiles isn’t going to pop up and start doing “improv” at random, but mark my words, if that happens, you heard it here first, folks. 

So, the verdict is still out.  I mean, The Price Is Right has been a freaking American classic since the Crusades, so to try to improve upon it will prove a bit tricky.

  I like to think that Bob is watching from his phat Hollywood Hills mansion, rolling around in mad stacks of money, hookers licking his feet, and drinking baby bald eagle blood out of a goblet made out of ivory from an elephant tusk and munching on diamond crusted blue whale chips, because honestly, what else would The Bob be doing now? 

So, best of luck to Bob, hope you’re enjoying your golden years and good luck to Drew because you’re going to need it, son.

McDonalds: 5 Erin: 0

Like an abused woman that keeps going back to the boyfriend that beats her, I keep going back to McDonalds, hoping things will be different this time. 

I wanted something for breakfast.  I was having problems choosing between getting a bagel and some coffee at a local bagel joint, or getting the Erin Zulkoski Mickey D’s Special:  Sausage Egg McMuffin, orange juice, and the fruit and walnut salad.  Not wanting to pay a quarter for the parking meter, I foolishly chose McDonalds. 

I drove up.  Ordered.  Paid.  Got my food. 

But what’s this?  The bag seemed curiously light for the bulk of the items I ordered.  I grabbed the bag from the nice drive-thru employee, who seemed terrified to be at the window, or perhaps it was my haggard appearance.  Either way, I think she was relieved when I drove off.  I got to the end of the drive-thru lane and looked in my bag, suspicious of the contents inside.  Sure enough, my sandwich was AWOL.

*sigh*……”Goddamn it…..” I muttered under my breath.  “Every motherfucking time….” 

I kept muttering self-deprecating phrases to myself as I walked in and stood in line.  Finally, it was my turn.

McJob:  “Hi, Welcome to McDona–”

Me:  “Save it, twinkie,”  I interrupted him.  ” You folks fucked up my order for the last time.  Now, I fuck YOU up!!”

With that, I lept over the counter and grabbed the young teen’s neck from behind and pushed him to the fryer, dunking his head into the bubbling oil.  Pandemonium erupted as all the employees scattered about.  Someone started throwing Big Mac’s and chicken nuggets at me, but I swatted them away as they came hurling towards my face. 


I get very prophetic whilst on killing sprees.

People were screaming, crying, huddled in corners, sure that  I was going to take my wrath out on them next.  Then, I saw her.  The waifish flower that had made the mistake of forgetting my sandwich.  I stopped and stared at her.  Sweat, grease, and blood were dripping down my face.  I snatched her visor off her deceitful head and wiped my face with it, throwing it back in her face.

I pointed a trembling finger at her. 

“You.  You caused all this pain, not me.  Because of your actions, innocence has been lost today and the blood of your slain co-workers is on your hands.” 

I motioned for her to get up off the floor and come over to where I was standing, which just happened to be by the griddle. 

“Get up…..”  I looked at her name tag so I could know the name of the beast that caused this.  Her name was Elena.  “Get up, Elena.  Get up and defend yourself.”

She slowly rose to her feet.  She was sniffling and wiping away the tears that were coursing down her face.

“Please.  Please, senorita….don’t hurt me.  No muerta….no muerta…”  she begged.

I grabbed her arm and yanked her towards me so we were standing directly facing each-other.  I slowly walked around her in a circle, glaring at her; hating her. 

“Why did you do it, Elena?  It is a simple task.  All you had to do was put my sandwich in the bag.  That’s all.  Open bag, insert sandwich.  You’ve done it hundreds upon hundreds of times already.  Why did you choose now to forget how to do something so easy?  Why me?”

No answer.

I walked behind her and stood. 

“Well, now, this is going to happen to you.”

I shoved Elena toward the grill.  She went flying face first onto the sizzling hot surface.  All I could hear were the desperate screams of a woman being burned horribly.  Because I”m sure getting a face full of hot iron on your face hurts a great deal. 

I turned to leave and I saw my missing sandwich sitting on the counter.  I grabbed it, ripped open the wrapper, took a bite, then threw the sandwich at Elena. 

I walked in to McDonalds today a scorn woman, but I left having served justice.

The End…..?

Ok, actually, all of what happened after I got in line is a big load of crap.  Here’s what really happened:

I walked in, stood in line, and when it was my turn, I politely told the cashier that I was in the drive-thru and had ordered a Sausage McMuffin but didn’t receive it in my bag.  An employee from the drive-thru was standing near and heard me, and grabbed a bag and said, “Oh, here you go.  Sorry about that.”  I grabbed the bag, said thank you and left.  Not nearly as dramatic and exciting as the above fabrication, but dammit, that’s what I wish happened. 

So the lesson I learned today is that I am a glutton for punishment and I should never eat at McDonalds again. 

 The Real End.