I look up from my Adult Happy Meal. McDonald’s is now selling Adult Happy Meals. They come in shiny cardboard boxes that sport exuberant marketing text. They include a large salad, a bottled water, and an adult toy.
In my case, my adult toy was a stepometer.
“What note from George?” I spew, my mouth full of croutons.
Jen is a bare slip of a woman, a gregarious funny girl. Her round brown eyes blink. “He says that I should sneak on stage and watch you sing Mirror,” said Jen. “After you finish the song, George wants me to run up and give you a big kiss.”
“Um… What kind of kiss?” I asked, wiping Caesar dressing from my face.
“How the hell am I supposed to know?” she asked. “A big one!”
“Do you want this stepometer?” I asked.
“GO ACTIVE! STEP WITH IT!” shouted the Adult Happy Meal.
I wonder if I taste like croutons.