being back here reminds me of a time when we was young. not because i have many memories [i have an annoyingly horrible memory correlating with my sense of direction but that's another story for another time dearies] but because my family talks about and reminds me of our old times here. which is a good thing. one of them was our trip together to mickey d's. what i don't remember is if we had a good time there. what i do is that we had a good old time getting there. cue flashback sequence please. my taya has a driver named yakub. he was told to take us to mcdonalds. unsuspectingly he asks baji mcdunucks jana hay? not having read the word but only heard it. our family being cruel in nature and deed decided to latch onto that. every few minutes one of us would ask where we were going. poor yakub. if it wasn't mummy it was r phupo. he had to answer. bechara. to this day i can laugh and i don't think it's ever going to lose it's funniness. ofcourse we took it one step further as we always do by making up our own words. mc dondalds. mcdannas. mcdonallas. mcdopatta. and so on and so on