Really?

Every now and then in a woman's life, she craves something so dirty and so bad and she can't help herself but satisfy that craving. 

(side eye)

Today was one of those days.  

I head to a disgusting fast food joint and request a fake, congealed, mess of a meat patty cheeseburger.

Oh yes I do.  

Me:  "May I please have a cheeseburger, no pickles, a small fry and a bottle of water?  NO!  Wait, it is Friday, I'd like a small coke."

Carla Cashier:  "I'm sorry ma'am, but we are out of burger meat.  Would you like a chicken sandwich instead?"

Me:  crickets

I'm sorry.  What the heck did you just say?

I ordered chicken nuggets.  Fake, congealed, processed nuggets.  They were horrid.  Fries and coke hit the spot though!  

I mean.  Who runs out of hamburgers?  At a hamburger joint?!  Whatever.  

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I like my burgers from Poe's anyways.  I DO have a guardian angel!