I just want to know why. Why did you do it? Why did you puke all over my burger and then serve it to me? I just don't understand. I'm a nice guy. I always say please and thank you and have a nice day. I know I wasn't rude and am very respectful to the service industry. I was working late, working hard, and I was hungry and wanted a burger on the way home. That's all. I approach the store and politely asked to try the Chicken deluxe. It coated 14 dollars for the combo, which I thought was insane for a mediocre fast food joint but I was hungry. I was patient. I waited politely and quietly for my order even though you took too long to make it. You didn't close the bag all the way and you crushed the fries but that's okay. It didn't bother me. I walked home and opened my burger and there was brown, transparent liquid soaking the bun like a rag. It could have been a weird sauce, but at Hero burger you choose what goes on your burger. I know this because the cashier rudely told me so and I don't remember asking for gross brown liquid. The burger was soaked with this unpleasant looking grease and I decided to go closer and smell it to see if I could decipher what it was. It was puke. I've vomited a few times in my life so I'm familiar with the distinct smell of stomach acid and half-digested breakfast. The chef at hero burger puked on my chicken sandwich. Why? Why did you do this? What did I ever do to you? You charged me 14 dollars for a puke sandwich? Why? I'm not even mad I just want to know why. The thought of it haunts me to this day. It is a testimony of the cruel and unusualness of humanity. Why did you decide to puke on my sandwich, make me pay for it and then serve it to me, Hero Burger? What the fuck is wrong with you?
Some of you are going to think this is a joke because of my post history but I promise you it isn't. This really happened. I'm not going to tell you not to eat at this Hero Burger... But if you don't like puke sandwiches, you might consider eating somewhere else.