Edited Descriptive Writing Response

               I approached the large golden arches from far away. As I near the tall square building, I roll down my window to smell the golden fries that cook nonstop. I drive up to the large, square, black menu with all of the similar (but made in a different way), items to choose from. I concentrate on the board for a minute and then I move up to the large speaker to order. I move up again after that, going to the next window to pay the small amount for my large meal. I wait for my white paper bag with a large “M” lettered arch printed on the front. As the worker opens the window to hand me the food, I see and hear the business of the fast food restaurant and smell all of the mouthwatering food. I take my bag, drive off and the car fills with the smells of salty fries and chicken. I open up the bag like its a present on christmas morning and steal a few scolding hot fries. They scorch the tip of my tongue so I close the bag and wait till I arrive home. 

                When I get home I sit at the table, open the bag and lay out my food on a plate. I take a bottle of ketchup from the refrigerator and smother my warm fries with tomatoey, high-fructose corn syrupy, goodness. I grab a few fries again, tasting the salty crispy crunch. Then, I take a bite of my chicken sandwich with a golden bun, soft and crispy chicken and loads of mayonnaise that seep out when you take a bite. When I reach the last few bites, I often become sad and when I’m done, I feel tired and sleepy. I was definitely lovin’ it.