“Here Ronald McDonald, take this five dollar bill, and please leave me alone!”  I tell him nervously.  Ronald McDonald looks down at my shaking hand.  He stares at the five-dollar bill, and cautiously takes it.  I apprehensively put my hand down, and he still stares at the money I gave him.  He looks at me eye-to-eye, face-to-face, nose-to-nose for a few seconds, and runs away joyfully, occasionally shouting “yahoo!” or “yippee!”  I stand as still as a statue.  I walk through the jungle, after several minutes standing in the shack, confused.  I walk, trying to find my way out.  And that, my friends, is the time I met infamous Ronald McDonald.