This week, I saw an essay with an intriguing headline: The Beauty of Good Looks at McDonald’s. I was enormously attracted by the headline, so I read the essay. There was no denying that I wanted to see how good of the looks of the beauty were. Nonetheless, I was greatly disappointed after I read the news. The picture showed a bun of Filet-O-Fish, not a face of a beauty. In other words, the beauty of good looks at McDonald’s was Filet-O-Fish, not a real beauty. The bun had a sleek surface without any flaws, so it had good looks.
I was trapped, but I had to admit that its skill of trapping people was for real exceptional.