Great, Now I Think McDonald’s Tried to Kill My Child

A few years ago I got sick; it was the absolute sickest I have ever been.

After spending three days in Baptist hospital, countless vials of blood, a non-stop delusional high fever and a brutal bout of constant diarrhea, the doctors came to the conclusion that I had food poisoning, specifically Campylobacter.

After a thorough interview of everything I had eaten or drank leading up to admittance into the hospital they decided it was most likely contracted from bad dairy products.

Prior to this horrific sickness I had always tried to very aware of food expiration dates. However after what I can only refer to the worst three days of my life, I consider safe-dairy to be as important as safe-sex.

Now I find my self checking the date of virtually every food product that I purchase. I have even gone as far as smelling the milk before I pour a glass, if I even think it smells odd I consider it spoiled. The fear and concern of ever having to endure the type of sickness that I encountered from my experience with Campylobacter, has left me with no choice but to be as safe as possible.

Earlier this week my wife and I decided to get Chinese take-out for dinner. Our son will not eat Chinese food so we got him a Happy Meal from McDonald’s. With the exception of pizza, a Happy Meal is probably one of his favorite treats.

Once we arrived home I got his chicken-nuggets and French fries out of the box and placed them on a plate. When I pulled the little bottle of chocolate milk out of the box, I happened to notice the expiration date on the container. It had expired four days earlier. I even rechecked the date on the bottle of milk; surely McDonald’s was not trying to kill my child.

After a second inspection and verifying with my wife what the current date was, I confirmed that McDonald’s was indeed trying to kill my child, in which Irritated Tulsan jumped in and reminding everyone that this is only an opinion and not a true statement.

I was in shock at McDonald’s.  I was also in shock with Irritated Tulsan for editing my post.  However, why would someone at a business that produces a product called a Happy Meal want to hurt my child?  Had I not been through the traumatic experience of spending three days in the hospital and enduring all that accompanied an encounter with Campylobacter, I might not have the well trained habit of checking for expiration dates on all dairy products that I or my family consumes.

There is the possibility that if my son had drank the expired milk that McDonald’s provided with his Happy Meal; there would have been nothing happy about that meal.

Great, now I think McDonald’s tried to kill my child.

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