"That's my daughters name :)."
My time at burger king was a great experience. I even witnessed true love happen-- so you see, one time I saw a 6ft tall guy with a small man bun and a look on his face that said 'I inhaled one too many melatonin gummies.' But honestly, I can't blame him. Those suckers are good.
Anyway, I saw him argue with the cashier about the fact that by law, burger king should have a venti caramel latte and bread bowls on site 24/7. He gave up and ordered a big mac before sitting down.
Just then, into the shop walked a beautiful pink-haired, doe eyed girl with a baby blue tank top patterned with small lemons, a sporty white skirt, and cute shoes that matched the color of her top.
Her hair bounced around her like a halo-- oh wait I'm supposed to describe this from a non-biased POV. My bad.
Turns out, in typical y/n fashion, she's really clumsy and can't seem to squeeze a packet of ketchup onto a burger like a natural human being. I watched the guy watching her with ketchup on her face.
What's romantic about that? She looks like she committed a mass murder and tried to eat the remains.
That was pretty much the highlight of my time at burger king. I quit soon after and now am besties with oscar from sesame street. Don't sleep on the trash can life. Just know that I'm in a place of peace.
I miss you, Moe.
-farewell, your former attic dweller
