A long time ago, when this blog was in its infancy—drooling, whining, and sticking anything within reach into its mouth—I wrote a little story about a big fish. In it I described how I had once asked a Burger King employee if he knew what kind of fish was in their fish sandwich. And Hubby, bewildered, said, Who asks what kind of fish is in a Burger King fish sandwich?
Sheesh! I know, Ok, I'm odd. I just like to know what I'm eating. I would think most people like to know what they're eating. Or at least if they're going to need a bib.
Weeeeell, over at analytics the other day, scrolling down pages of interesting and curious key word searches, such as "what's my purpose" and "postcards from Disney Florida" and "puddles the u of o duck" and "ms Voodoo Valentine naked" (I can imagine the disappointment at being directed to my posts), I stumbled upon this:
Yes, that! (McDonalds/Burger King. Same thing.)
That, that query above, demonstrates the benefits of keeping a blog. Evidence clearly indicating that if you write about every little thing on your mind, doubts, worries, relationships, children, work, spring cleaning, the market's produce section, every banal thing in your life (wait, that's reserved for Facebook), especially about things for which you've been mocked, sooner or later someone, some lonely or confused or desperate soul sitting at a computer in a dimly lit room, fog settling along the horizon, stubbing out a cigarette in a stolen hotel ashtray is going to ask the great gods of the internet a question like: What kind of fish is used in a Burger King/McDonalds fish sandwich?
And the gods will answer.
What's that you say, darling?
Just a little louder please.
Speak into the microphone!
Oh, you take back what you said? About me being the only person who would ask what kind of fish is in a Burger King fish sandwich?
Ha! Thank you.
Now I can rest easy knowing that I am NORMAL. I think.
