I knew what happy meals were!
Meat and vegetables weren’t necessary.
If it consisted of one dessert after another
followed by three more, I was happy
with the meal. But that’s been ruined for me.
I was asked to agree this week to the statement,
“Those sweet rolls look yummy, don’t they?”
True answer was no! But I didn’t say that.
I lied, answered yes knowing it was his answer
and that he would believe me lying if I told the truth.
It wasn’t worth it. So I lied. A character defect,
the lies. I do it so well, used to do it to hide
my happy meals which would have included
buying both of the boxes of sweet rolls,
eating one in the car as I circled around,
taking enough time to finish them, to hide the box
at the recycle center in that trash can,
not ours. Then I would have claimed my half
of the one that got to the house. A happy meal.
But that’s not what it means these days.
Two of the sweets remain on the cabinet,
have not called my name once. And the happy meals
are the three I’ve eaten today, appropriate
to my meal plan. These days I eat three happy meals
each day and don’t mind who may see me do it!