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Screaming Bean
Tuesday, November 27, 2007

After recounting my story at home yesterday evening, it was suggested that I fully explain the situation at the Burger King drive-thru. If you, like me, watched an abnormal amount of football over Thanksgiving weekend, you saw a commercial that involved women in a minivan trying to take out the Burger King guy for making a certain new sandwich. And if you, like me, are extremely susceptible to commercials like this, you will find yourself going to the establishment seeking the sandwich that appeared in the commercial. This is why I went to Burger King yesterday. I wanted whatever the hell that sandwich was. Slight problem. It didn't appear on any signs in the drive-thru, and because I was busy hunting for whatever this sandwich was called, I overshot the speaker. The speaker was before the second menu board, and it too had no sign establishing what the hell it was I had seen on TV. The drive-thru speaker got my attention and caused me to backup, and my consternation regarding the lack of burger signage caused me to forget all about being in reverse. The conversation at the speaker went something like this:

Speaker Guy: Can I help you?
Me: Yeah, I'd like that double melt thing that was on the commercial.
Speaker Guy: *silence*
Me: You know, it comes on bread instead of a roll...you have no idea what I'm talking about, do you?
Speaker Guy: Um, the Honey Melt?
Me: *wondering what the hell he just said as a plane flies overhead* No...y'know what? I'll have an Italian Chicken Sandwich instead.
Speaker Guy: Please drive to the second window.

And that's when I found out I was in reverse and met the woman head on in the drive-thru. So I never did get what I really came there for, and for all I know, it's not even available. So I was snookered by a commercial for a burger that exists only in the imagination of an ad exec. And nearly hit headon by a woman with a deathwish and an inability to read arrows. I don't look nearly so dumb now, do I?

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