It's Not McDonald's

We had a showing yesterday afternoon, badly timed: though I was given about 2 1/2 hours' notice, in reality, I had only 30 minutes to whip the house into shape before going to pick G up from school. Since I didn't have time to make us a lunch, my plan was to buy something and spend the afternoon at the (very windy) park. As we munched on our Happy Meals, I happened to overhear two women discussing some generic veggie sticks (made of spinach and carrots?) that one of them had on-hand, and then I had to chuckle to myself when the one said, rather too loudly and maybe directed at me, "Well, it's not McDonald's."