Super-Size It! (Not)

So I asked my brother E-rock to pour me a drink a few minutes ago, as he was in the kitchen and I wasn't, and I was too lazy to do it myself. I asked for Diet Rite, even though I don't actually like Diet Rite all that much. I think I have this idea that maybe next time will be different and I will suddenly be overwhelmed by its delicious refreshingness, but every time I am disappointed. And anyway, that was the only soda in the house, and I was desperate for something carbonated and bad for me. A sad addiction indeed.

But to the point. After acknowledging my request, my brother comes into the room with a cup roughly the size of the Grand Canyon.

"Here," he says. "There's actually a lot in there."

I looked at the cup (which was not even a third full), and then my brother, in disbelief. We have an entire cupboard full of mugs and glasses, far more than we need, and he picks out this extra-large, gargantuan plastic monstrosity from McDonald's.

"What the...I can fit my whole face in here!" I cried. "Are you kidding me?"

He shrugged. I lifted the cup to take a drink and instantly realized that I was in an extremely vulnerable position, because if someone did, hypothetically, want to sneak up on me and take my life, why, what more perfect opportunity than while my head was inside a giant plastic cup! I couldn't see a single thing while I was drinking, except the bottom of the cup.

I had to wonder, as I was contemplating the possibility of my untimely demise ("she was drinking a soda, officer, and a guy hit her over the head with a hammer--she never even saw it coming")...who really needs to drink that much of anything? The other question going through my mind was, why is McDonald's an Olympic sponsor? Because it says right there on the cup "Proud Partner" underneath the Olympic rings logo. I mean, are athletes actually eating McDonald's "food" as part of their regimen? Are they drinking soda from giant plastic cups like this? Somehow I doubt it.