Keep Your Happy Memories Away From My Soft Drink
The other day I stopped at a Burger King for dinner. I don’t eat fast food very often because if I’m going to eat crap, I’d rather eat sugary or chocolately crap. Lucky Charms at dinner, for example. Colorful, simultaneously soggy and crunchy, and three bucks for an entire box that won’t leave my car smelling like french fries for a week.
But I was damn hungry and far from my two flavors of ice cream waiting for me at home. Burger King it was.
I ordered one of the meals. Chicken strips, onion rings, Dr. Pepper, $4.32.
