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| - Traditionally, I would avoid such a cholesterol-raising endeavor, but the other day the craving called, and who am I to deny it? Exactly. I casually drove up to the Drive-Thru and was greeted by a surprisingly delightful amount of enthusiasm that I had thought was generally reserved for finer dining establishments such as Chipotle.
Anyway, after efficiently taking my order and politely instructing me as to what one should do next in order to keep the transaction rolling smoothly, I was then called "dear". Hand to Jesus, I was now being spoken to with endearment. For a brief moment I was filled with warmth and a longing for my mother's embrace.... So I pulled forward.
At the window, I was elated to finally meet the woman who had shown me such love so early on in the relationship. Her smile was authentic and her cheery demeanor emanated from within. She also had wicked tight hair. The joyful face-to-face conversation was above and beyond any that I had encountered in such situations of the past. Her co-worker, who was scooping up the piping-hot fries also chimed in with some pretty sweet one-liners. I had died and gone to Burger King Heaven.
Compliments were flying, and the fries were a frying, but it was time to move on for all of us, and although hard, I pulled away with what was truly a remarkable fast-food encounter and vowed to write a review.
All of us foodies pretend, that these little blights on our palates don't exist, but lets be real... We all still occasionally visit the king or the arches. Let us not hide in shame, but tell of our journeys and make the road less traveled better known.
10 Jazz Fingers to the fine ladies of Severance Center's BK... They made it my way!
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