I attempted to eat the cookie from Burger King. I really gave it the ‘ole college try. I went to my local Burger King. The drive-thru line looked pretty long, so I went inside. There was also a line of people inside, but every single one of them turned around and looked at me when I entered the building, so the idea of spinning on my heel and exiting felt insane. So, I waited in line for a while. The guy in front of me had hair that contained at least three colors, and he wouldn’t stop kissing the woman he was with, whom he had just married three weeks ago, according to the loud announcement he was making to the entire restaurant. Because she had been married three times already and he had never been married, he explained to all who would listen, it made sense that this was definitely going to work out. It had to. Then she slipped and knocked over a ketchup display and started cracking up.
The line didn’t budge an inch during the entire time this was taking place. Since I was about to lose my mind, I decided to go back and brave the drive-thru line, which had now gotten even longer, and deal with the rest of this within the comfort of my own car.
When I finally reached the drive-thru window, well, I think you already know where this is going. My local BK is a modern marvel; it’s nearly always out of everything. Which means that yes, finally, when I got to the window to order the cookie I’d been waiting so long for, the little voice through the box told me their oven was broken and they were out of cookies. Then, I had to wait out the rest of the entire drive-thru line with the rest of the cars because somebody had already pulled up behind me.
So, yeah. How is the cookie from Burger King? If you’re lucky enough to live near a location with working kitchen equipment, please let me know.