You know what they say in the military: you can undo a million attaboys with one mistake. I've eaten Smashburger a dozen times this year - the burger comes in three sizes but I'm pretty sure "big" rhymes with "regular" in the kitchen.
Today I'm in here with only two tables in front of me, it's five minutes after noon, and I'm eating my "big" burger and the fries they just dropped off at my table? COLD. Like BACHELOR cold. Like "help me mommy I dunno how to work the oven for my TV dinner" cold.
#%$& this, you think I can't pay ten bucks in the grocery store for some groceries and go home and make a bangin' WAY-better burger? Ima buy myself a little deep fryer for my kitchen, this is some ridiculous bull$%#¥ that I'm eating cold fries.
Insult to injury: I do the "survey" and "oops sorry I'm not the instant winner" but I can write the validation code down and come back and present my receipt: for some free French fries!
#suckit