Burger King is unfortunately a place that has employees. Without employees, the place couldn't exist, and that would be better for everyone. Finding that a town has a BK is like going to the edge of the galaxy and finding a previously unknown Earthlike planet. But when you check the place out, the inhabitants are having a nuclear war. Burger King is nuclear war!
Working at BK is the last option for everyone that is working there. It's the sort of soulless crap that people have to do to get by. When a job exists and it isn't anyone's dream job, then it's some awful shit. I'd rather write ten thousand pages of engineering notes while programming the operating system for the first quantum computer than to go back inside and smell the misery of a BK. To demonstrate my math competency, allow me to tell you that I usually wrote poetry in all my math classes in school, but only when I wasn't falling asleep.
I knew a guy that was so ashamed of his time at BK that he was embarrassed to meet with his friends. Okay yeah that guy was me. I would feel more comfortable in a dark room full of lit candles and chanting weirdos than I would in the inside of a BK. After all, I've been to church all my life.
That being said, I'll probably have a few more Bacon Kings before the end of my days. I am perfectly capable of making them for myself, but the assembly process is so filled with bad decisions that it's hard to commit to making one. Anyway, this is a new kind of content I'll be doing. Shot glass sized thoughts, where I do a quick take on something. Let me know if you like it, I'll probably keep doing it either way.
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