My dad used to do all his studying at McDonalds (he was a pastor), and he worked there when I was growing up. We spent a lot of time as a family (because we wer

My dad used to do all his studying at McDonalds (he was a pastor), and he worked there when I was growing up. We spent a lot of time as a family (because we were pretty poor) eating there and playing on the playgrounds. For most of my childhood, the first time I saw my dad was when he got home, at around 11am, after working a full shift at McDonalds. The smell of McDonalds has come to be firmly associated with home for me, and when I am feeling stressed, its where I go to eat. :)