Pick(l)ing

When I was a teenager, I went to school in a place twenty kilometers away from home. One day a week, we had afternoon classes and therefore needed to eat out.

My first time at the McDonald’s was a shock, when three of my schoolmates started throwing their dill pickles from their hamburgers to the ceiling. But soon, I realized that the ceilings and walls were plastered with pickles. My classmate Tom pointed at a really dry piece at the wall and said “I threw it up a month ago”.

Smashing pickles up the walls had become a local sport. No matter, how
often the McDonald’s cleaned the walls and ceiling, people kept on doing it, until the McDonald’s left the city centre.