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It’s not that I hate cheese, but…
November 18, 2017
Jim Reeves commentary, Humor, Personal cheeseburger, fast food, getting the order right, hamburger, offending the gods 1 Comment
NOT what I ordered!
I never order a cheeseburger. Never.
I keep being served cheeseburgers.
Now, I don’t hate cheese. Really, I don’t. I’m quite content to have a splattering of cheese on my taco, or a slice of American on a sandwich (on occasion). I’ll eat a slice or two right out of the ‘individual wrapper’. I’ve even been known to chow down several slices of pizza, as long as it’s ham and pineapple.
I just really, really, REALLY don’t want it on my hamburger.
Why, then, do fast food places around here insist on giving me a cheeseburger?
I’ve tried to figure it out, and I can only come up with two explanations.
One, the burger makers love cheeseburgers, and can’t conceive of anyone NOT having cheese on their burgers, so it never occurs to them that the lack of “cheese”, or “minus cheese”, on the order ticket might mean that the customer DOESN’T WANT ANY GAWD DAMNED CHEESE on their burger.
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