I had the dubious pleasure of eating at the Burger King in the airport today, because there was really nothing else there that didn't require actually sitting down to eat, and all I really wanted was something small to the take the edge off until I got home.
Since the bagel place had a really long line, I figured I'd just get a salad from the King. You know, something light -- definitely nothing that would require a visit to the miniature suckhole at 30,000 feet. I've been in the airplane bathroom before when that little "fasten your seatbelt" icon starts blinking and the plane starts bouncing you around, and it ain't no fun. All sort of thoughts go through your head - not the least of which is the distinct possibility that you might get hit in the ass by something that just left your ass. Not to mention that "tidy bowl blue" is not a great color for genitals of any type.
I confess that I didn't look at the menu too closely, since I eat at the Burger King about once a year. I just saw a couple pictures that involved lettuce, and thought "yeah, that's what I want."
Who knew they had 37 different varieties of salad? Flame-broiled this and that, chicken, shrimp, garden, Caesar with chicken -- you name it.
So I walk up to the counter and the girl says, "Take your order, please?"
"Yes. I'd like a salad," I reply.
She says, "Garden or Seizure?"
"Um, did you just say SEIZURE?"
She says, "Yeah. We have two kinds of salads. You can get a seizure, or a garden. And you can get fangers with either one."
"Yeah. You know. Chicken Fangers."
"Yes, I would like the seizure with chicken fangers please. And a bottled water."
"That'll be $6.75. You have a nice day."
The day wasn't so great, but once I regained consciousness and picked myself up off the floor, I gotta tell ya, the fangers were excellent.