Triple threat
I took Joy to BK for lunch on Thursday, and for some reason I saw that triple whopper, and just had to try it. It was big, juicy, juicy and greasy.
Joy and I were getting ready to go when we saw a horrific thing at the beverage dispenser. A guy and girl were filling their cups when the guys phone goes off, not with a normal sounding ringtone, but with one of those sound sample deals, upbeat, hip-hop, the kind you could almost groove to.
Sad to say, that’s exactly what happened. Instead of answering his cell phone and ending the groove which became louder with every couple seconds gone by, he proceeded to move and jerk his body like he’s at a night club trying to pick up some company by busting a move. It’s “just wrong”.
At least when this happened, I was already full, happy, and ready to leave laughing my head off.