“I’d like a number nine combo with a diet Coke, no mayo.” That is the oblong-shaped fried chicken sandwich with fries (for those who don’t have the menu memorized). I became a secret fan while living in the anti-fast-food, anti-drive-through town of San Francisco. The corner of Ninth and Howard in SoMa supplied my Jetta with gas, a walk-up Starbuck’s for caffeine, and a blessed drive-through Burger King for those days where grease was a necessity. Homeless are ever present to relieve your center console of change as the aroma of processed meat fills the car. Before the first bite, a soft squeeze of the bread releases amber drops of dietary hazard that boggle the health-conscious part of the rational brain. Combo nine is a secret heaven to the senseless senses.
Perhaps my guilty pleasure of the past may be changed to “I’d like a rubber ducky combo with a diet Coke, no drain hair.” (Or insert the latest licensed movie toy for the ducky.)
In the heart of family values and Midwest ideals, a Burger King employee took a bath in the restaurant’s kitchen sink. Then the brilliant fellow named as “Mr. Unstable” posted his bath video on the Internet. I guess he did BK his way.
NBC 2 On Your Side reported the story at http://www.wdtn.com/global/story.asp?s=8825514 detailing the local health inspector’s interest and Burger King’s response. Enjoy bath time with Mr. Unstable through the link…yes, if you must, watch the splish-splash (photo credit to same).
Several employees and a manager were present for Mr. Unstable’s bath time antics. The sink was sanitized, utensils disposed. Involved employees were fired, and a refresher course on sanitation was to be fated among those who remain.
Which begs the question, “If five people didn’t know that bathing in the sink was a no-no, then what is a refresher course on sanitation going to offer?” When my mama bathed me reflection group time will be thrown in the personal hygiene section. Perhaps a thumb-sucking resolution seminar will be paired with the hand-washing segment.
It is a comfort to believe that the sinks are smaller in the tight city of San Francisco…a comforting belief based entirely on nonsense.