It was Ronald McDonald’s eyes that haunted me
It was Ronald McDonald’s eyes that haunted me.
I had been walking toward the entrance of one of the four McDonald’s franchises in my town when I glanced at the cartoon clown logo in the window and let out a scream. Just a little scream, but I still frightened one little girl on the sidewalk so badly that she screamed, too. One middle-aged man in a baseball cap who had been strolling toward the entrance behind me very discreetly turned on his heels and walked the other way. I felt like a jackass.
But I couldn’t help it. I stood there on the sidewalk outside the restaurant for several minutes, gawking at the thing. It was one of those clear plastic static signs, pressed to the inside of the glass with the cartoon image filling most of that pane. The cloud of red hair, the size 60 red shoes, the yellow suit, and the, well…
I reached out and brushed my fingers over the glass.
The image is so perfectly drawn, I thought. So vivid.
Other late-night customers brushed past me and cast quick, stealthy glances my way, looking at the crazy man with the beard stubble and the ruffled dark hair, wearing the faded charcoal jacket over a black button-up shirt with a row of crimson Chinese characters down the front (the outfit wasn’t as gay as it sounds). Look at the nut, staring into the four foot-tall corporate logo like it holds the meaning of life.
Don’t get too close to him, honey.
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