Helen ZhangIf you know me, you know a few things: Watermelon is my favourite fruit, my chihuahuas are my life, and I LOVE McDonald’s monopoly.
Let’s get something straight. I know that promotions like this are a capitalist ploy to get us to spend more money, and I know that the cost of the prizes doesn’t even touch what McDonald’s will make this month. I know, and yet it still works on me.
There’s something so exciting about peeling the stickers from your cup, hurried with gleeful anticipation, and sticking them in their proper spot on the board. And when you win? Instant bliss. I may not ever need a free small drink, but I’ll be damned if I’m not shouting my victory from the rooftops. Open your eyes, because I’m lighting the beacon à la Mulan. Now all of Edmonton knows McDonald’s monopoly is here.
Maybe my love for the promotion comes from my love for the real game; after all, I always smoke my friends in monopoly. But I don’t think so. The high I get from peeling the black and yellow backs off those stickers is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced, and I think I genuinely have a problem. This is a cry for help.
In all seriousness, the McDonald’s monopoly promotion is just good, wholesome fun. At least as wholesome as a multi-billion dollar corporation can be. I like to fantasize about what I’d do if I won, and I like to have an excuse to eat McDonald’s. McDonald’s monopoly is a national treasure, and everyone should play. Period.
