Receipts

A few days ago, I was at McDonald’s returning to my apartment after being back home in the Midwest for a couple days. While I counted my McNuggets, checked for a straw in by bag, and double checked I have tomato sugar (ketchup).

As walked towards my car, I made a promise to myself: I will fill out the surveys on receipts. I have a problem, I take receipts to put them on my kitchen counter, in my suit jacket pocket, and in my car cup holder.

The receipts end up everywhere in my apartment: the bathrooms,  pages in my novels, desk drawers, sock drawers, book bags, and somehow even in my shoes.

Each time I take a receipt and there is a survey, I say, “Mark, you’ll complete this survey.” I grab the receipt, smile, nod, and sometimes I say to employees of some food conglomerate “Yes, you can trust me. I’ll fill out the survey.” Most of the times, I do not complete the surveys and in my limited capacity I do complete the surveys. Yet, this week I will complete the McDonalds survey as soon as I figure out where I placed it.