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| - As I waited for my to go order to be prepared, I noticed an older man struggle through the door with his walker. He parked his walker near the beverage station, and maneuvered slowly to a seat. As he sat down, the girl who had taken my order was already en route to his area with a large iced tea and 2 sweet n low packets. They obviously had some unspoken arrangement. She knew what he wanted, and delivered it promptly with a big smile on her face. I couldn't help but feel at home, and comfy. I have been told before that I am super insensitive.. and this made me feel really good inside.
Enough with the sappiness-
I think I missed the part about there being 4 patties on my burger.. this thing was a monster. I feel super guilty for eating the entire thing. I may even go to church this Sunday to ask for forgiveness. Ok maybe not, but you get the picture. Church is dumb.
My only gripe would be the done-ness of my beef. Next time I will ask for medium cooked patties. This, of course is a personal preference. All the flavors were on point. Bacon, Pastrami, Cheese, Onions, and Pineapple!?!?!?!!!! Jesus Christ!! Holy Shit! With 4 patties! Da Shack be holdin it down for realzzzz.
I didn't even get to my chili cheese fries. Honestly, after eating that burger (in it's entirety) I can't even look at them. They are on my desk at work right now. I may hide them in another employee's work area because he put a tampon in my protein shake container a couple weeks ago.. Perhaps rested above his cube on a ceiling tile? We will see.
The young lady who took my order was a sweetheart. Food was redonk. My iced coffee tasted spectacular, and got me dread-shakin-hyphy.. Prices were more than reasonable.. in fact, they could probably be raised. My department head was like, "Aye Ricktastic.. what did that meal cost you? 20 bucks?"
-"naw mane.. dat shit was like $10.50 on da serious tip"
He doesn't really call me Ricktastic, but I wish he would-
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