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Quiet Gratitude at McDonald’s

A sketch of a McDonald’s tray with a burger and drink, in front of a busy counter.
Automated rhythm, urban trace. A quiet moment with a burger in hand.

I’m at McDonald’s.
It’s packed—like an automated factory.
And still, I receive my burger with quiet gratitude.

The term “McJob” feels unfair.
They serve fast, steady, quality meals.
Living alone, I’m thankful for places like this.