My older brother loves In-N-Out. Loves it. Whenever we pick him up from someplace and ask him where he wants to go to eat, he always says In-N-Out. I don't know why we even ask. Well, after he took his SAT test, guess where we went to eat.
Usually, I order a shake and fries. "Rose, what are you going to have?" "Shake and fries." It's a given. But not today. *exhales* I'm a new person, right? Right. Okay, sure.
I told my mom to order whatever came to her and ran outside to get a table. I don't know if it was because I really, really wanted a good table, or because I was afraid I'd talk myself out of it if I stood there and listened to mom order.
Next to the table I picked were two girls and their dad. Secretly, I watched them to see how they ate their burgers while pretending to be on my cell phone and mentally prepared myself for what was to come. The eating seemed easy enough. Open your mouth wide, shove the burger in as much as possible, take a bite, pull burger away from face. Done. Yeck, don't you hate that word burger. Call me a tom-boy, but it sounds like booger. Burger, booger, burger, booger. "Eat your booger. I mean, burger." See? Have I officially grossed you out? Now you know how I feel.
Mom ordered one with grilled onions for me. When I first heard that, I thought grilled onions meant a coil of onions that they threw on the grill for a little while. It'd look like a neat white, layered circle with black lines criss-crossed on it. Boy was I wrong. These were onions that had been prechewed, digested and spewed in between two buns. Delicious. The patty seemed to be cowering in fear also. It was as far to the back as it could be, hiding under a blanket of cheese. I guess I had been staring at the booger for a long time with a disgusted look on my face because my brother finally grew impatient enough to tell me to just eat it already. I took a bite.
It was mostly bread. I'll give them kudos for toasting the insides first. I took a second bite, I don't really remember what was in that one, but it did have unions in it. Reeky, slimy, nasty union pieces. And they're purple! Am I the only one who thinks there's something wrong with that? I took a couple more bites, apparently making a face the entire time. (I can't help it if I'm expressive.) I had to prove that I could eat this concoction. Ugh, but it was just COVERED in unions. About halfway through, I decided that I had done enough. I did try it, after all.
Next time, I should order it without unions. My mom told me. Of course, you never ask a woman who has just given birth if she would like to do it again. But I am fearless. So, if the time does come up, I shall embrace it with open arms. I'm just not guaranteeing that I'll enjoy that hug. For now, you fast-food lovers can keep your boogers.
Usually, I order a shake and fries. "Rose, what are you going to have?" "Shake and fries." It's a given. But not today. *exhales* I'm a new person, right? Right. Okay, sure.
I told my mom to order whatever came to her and ran outside to get a table. I don't know if it was because I really, really wanted a good table, or because I was afraid I'd talk myself out of it if I stood there and listened to mom order.
Next to the table I picked were two girls and their dad. Secretly, I watched them to see how they ate their burgers while pretending to be on my cell phone and mentally prepared myself for what was to come. The eating seemed easy enough. Open your mouth wide, shove the burger in as much as possible, take a bite, pull burger away from face. Done. Yeck, don't you hate that word burger. Call me a tom-boy, but it sounds like booger. Burger, booger, burger, booger. "Eat your booger. I mean, burger." See? Have I officially grossed you out? Now you know how I feel.
Mom ordered one with grilled onions for me. When I first heard that, I thought grilled onions meant a coil of onions that they threw on the grill for a little while. It'd look like a neat white, layered circle with black lines criss-crossed on it. Boy was I wrong. These were onions that had been prechewed, digested and spewed in between two buns. Delicious. The patty seemed to be cowering in fear also. It was as far to the back as it could be, hiding under a blanket of cheese. I guess I had been staring at the booger for a long time with a disgusted look on my face because my brother finally grew impatient enough to tell me to just eat it already. I took a bite.
It was mostly bread. I'll give them kudos for toasting the insides first. I took a second bite, I don't really remember what was in that one, but it did have unions in it. Reeky, slimy, nasty union pieces. And they're purple! Am I the only one who thinks there's something wrong with that? I took a couple more bites, apparently making a face the entire time. (I can't help it if I'm expressive.) I had to prove that I could eat this concoction. Ugh, but it was just COVERED in unions. About halfway through, I decided that I had done enough. I did try it, after all.
Next time, I should order it without unions. My mom told me. Of course, you never ask a woman who has just given birth if she would like to do it again. But I am fearless. So, if the time does come up, I shall embrace it with open arms. I'm just not guaranteeing that I'll enjoy that hug. For now, you fast-food lovers can keep your boogers.
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