More evidence of my food-wishing powers
A long, long time ago, Jason and I ate lunch at a Burger King, which I had previously boycotted because I do not trust that stupid king mascot and his creepy unmoving face and unnerving penchant for sneaking up on people.
But then BK came out with their chicken fries and buffalo sauce and well, all was forgiven – for awhile.
On that visit a long, long time ago, Burger King had this: cheesy tots. Tots filled with gooey, melted cheddar cheese.
About a week later, to satiate our intense cheesy tot craving, we returned to Burger King around dinnertime. Where we were coldly informed that the cheesy tots were now only served for breakfast.
I blamed the king – vehemently.
A few weeks after that, we got up early for the sole purpose of ingesting cheesy tots for breakfast.
At the counter, the cashier told us that they didn’t offer cheesy tots anymore.
Effing king.
I held out hope that they would return, because they were so delicious and what was the point of only offering something so delicious for such a short period of time and what was the deal with that stupid king skulking around people’s neighborhoods when he wasn’t being digitally inserted into sports footage anyway?
This weekend, Jason and I stopped at a tiny little Burger King for lunch. As we were waiting in line, a placard caught my attention.
There, in big bold letters and accompanied by a chorus of angels, were the words:
“NEW! Cheesy tots! Available ALL DAY.”
You are so lucky, Burger King.
You too, mascot.
