The other day I was in one of the 'big three' fast food restaurants. I ordered a burger off of the value menu as I usually do. There were quite a few people in the drive through, but the dine in area was not crowded. I should have known better when I saw the workers in the back jumping around and chattering like rabid squirrels trying to collect acorns for winter. When I got my meal, the burger appeared bigger than normal in the wrapper. As I unfurled the wax paper I found what looked to be a burger made by Jackson Pollock. The lettuce was folded like a paper football and was completely off of the bun. The bacon (the best condiment ever) was burned to nice stomach soothing charcoal, and the sauce was shot across the whole lot like some sort of CSI arterial spray (high velocity is what Grissom would call it). After putting my Humpty Dumpty burger back together again. The patty was cold.
That makes me angry.
On a side note, I had a well-crafted burger a Chili's that boasted thick cut bacon. It was thick cut, but tougher than year old beef jerky (don't ask how I know) and drier than dried beef. It completely ruined my day. I wouldn't have eaten the bacon, but the burger was about $10 dollars, and the cheese was melted on the bacon. It ruined my day. Sometimes I have nightmares about it.
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