
~ Wendy's ~
"Hi. I'm Megan, and I steal straws."
You all know I'm a diet Coke fiend, and a vast majority of you know I have specific straw requirements with which to enjoy said diet Coke. In fact, I once went so far as to make a poster titled 'the Laws of Straws' with examples and definitions of different kinds of straws - both the best of the best, and the banes of my existence. And if I can ever figure out the right way to photograph the infernal thing, I will get on here. Believe me, I've tried. But I digress.


~ the local Shell station ~
Suffice it to say, I am of the camp that loves a wide, thick, hearty straw for maximum sipping pleasure. Or in other words, to get as much diet Coke into my veins as quickly as possible. I am not of the camp - and you know who you are - that likes a tiny sip of miniscule proportion to savor, or the side sippers who hold their straw in the side of their mouth. Luckily for you, I won't mention any names of people from these strange, various camps. Katie Larsen. Bob French.


~ McDonald's (the straw gold standard) ~
Alas, my love for diet Coke and straws has gone deep enough to delve into the dark side I'm afraid. I all began quite innocently when years ago McDonald's had their summer deal - something like a 64oz. drink for .75 cents or some miraculous price like that. Needless to say, I frequented that drive-thru. And began to love their straws. I also realized I was not the only one that loved their diet Coke or their straws. Hence, my affection for perfect straws was born, and I have been on the hunt ever since.


~ 7-11 ~
So when I find a straw I like... I grab a handful. Sometimes a small, polite handful depending on what kind of territory I'm in. Sometimes a huge handful depending on how sassy I feel at the moment or how desperate I am for straws. When the supply at home starts running low, I start cruising with ill intent. And of course I've convinced myself that this is just fine. That I've spent so much money on their diet Cokes over the years that a handful of straws is like my little thank you for keeping them in business. Yeah.
But I do feel much better for having confessed. I am a straw stealer. I hope you can live with that.
































































































































































































