Last night, it was requested that I pick up McDonald's for dinner after work. What occurred in the parking lot, as I chose which way to turn upon leaving my place of employment, was a rapid calculation of the most efficient way to get McDonald's food from any of the six - six! - McDonald's restaurants that are somewhat along my route home. However, if I go a couple hundred miles west of here, I would find myself in the McFarthiest spot in the U.S., a doldrums devoid of any McDonald's restaurants. One may note that it isn't far from the North American Pole of Inaccessibility. If you ever wanted to be as far from both sharks and McNuggets as possible, the prairies of western South Dakota are the place for you. Via.
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