I don't mind admitting it: I'm not the healthiest eater on the planet. Sure, I'd like to eat better — but my choices are unfortunately often dictated by my watch and my wallet.
While there are tons of great recipes out there, it can be tough to find the time and resources to make home-cooked meals the way we used to. In our fast-paced world, it seems that's simply the way of things.
But it's not just food that's fast nowadays. Communication, technology, attention spans — it seems that everything runs at a lightning-fast speed in our modern world.
That's why I love the story you're about to read. As it turns out, this story isn't just hilarious — but shockingly true.
When a son asks his father about fast food in days gone by, his dad gives him the perfect response. It's so good, I instantly read it a second time.
What do you think about this funny, nostalgic tale? Let us know below — and please SHARE!
“Hey Dad,” one of my kids asked the other day, “What was your favorite fast food when you were growing up?
“We didn’t have fast food when I was growing up,” I informed him. “All the food was slow.”
“C’mon, seriously. Where did you eat?”
“It was a place called ‘at home,’ ” I explained.
“Grandma cooked every day and when Grandpa got home from work, we sat down together at the dining room table. And if I didn’t like what she put on my plate, I was allowed to sit there until I did like it.”
By this time, the kid was laughing so hard I was afraid he was going to suffer serious internal damage, so I didn’t tell him the part about how I had to have permission to leave the table.
But here are some other things I would have told him about my childhood if I figured his system could have handled it…
Some parents never owned their own house, wore Levi’s, set foot on a golf course, traveled out of the country, or had a credit card.
In their later years they had something called a revolving charge card. The card was good only at Sears Roebuck. Or maybe it was Sears AND Roebuck.
Either way, there is no Roebuck anymore. Maybe he died.
My parents never drove me to soccer practice. This was mostly because we had never heard of soccer. I had a bicycle that weighed probably 50 pounds, and only had one speed: slow.
We didn’t have a television in our house until I was 11, but my grandparents had one before that.
It was, of course, black and white, but they bought a piece of colored plastic to cover the screen. The top third was blue, like the sky, and the bottom third was green, like grass. The middle third was red.
It was perfect for programs that had scenes of fire trucks riding across someone’s lawn on a sunny day.
Some people had a lens taped to the front of the TV to make the picture look larger.
I was 13 before I tasted my first pizza. It was called “pizza pie.”
When I bit into it, I burned the roof of my mouth and the cheese slid off, swung down, plastered itself against my chin and burned that, too.
It’s still the best pizza I ever had.
We didn’t have a car until I was 15. Before that, the only car in our family was my grandfather’s Ford. He called it a “machine.”
I never had a telephone in my room. The only phone in the house was in the living room and it was on a party line.
Before you could dial, you had to listen and make sure some people you didn’t know weren’t already using the line.
Pizzas were not delivered to our home — but milk was, and newspapers, too.
All newspapers were delivered by boys and all boys delivered newspapers.
I delivered a newspaper, six days a week. It cost 7 cents a paper, of which I got to keep 2 cents. I had to get up at 4 AM every morning. On Saturday, I had to collect the 42 cents from my customers.
My favorite customers were the ones who gave me 50 cents and told me to keep the change.
My least favorite customers were the ones who seemed to never be home on collection day.
Movie stars kissed with their mouths shut. At least, they did in the movies.
Touching someone else’s tongue with yours was called French kissing and they didn’t do that in movies.
I don’t know what they did in French movies. French movies were dirty and we weren’t allowed to see them.
If you grew up in a generation before there was fast food, you may want to share some of these memories with your children or grandchildren.
Just don’t blame me if they bust a gut laughing.
Growing up isn’t what it used to be, is it?
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