I am a pickier eater than most. Let’s just start there and the fact that to me there was nothing enticing in the picture posted with this.

There is a ton of humor to go along with the choices people make for eating, or more specifically, the requirements people have to eat something at all. Sitcoms have used this as often as Seinfeld had Kramer burst through Jerry’s door. I have shared several aspects of my being picky in previous posts.

https://docdavedewitt.com/2022/07/08/senses-part-5/

https://docdavedewitt.com/2023/03/31/my-popcorn/

https://docdavedewitt.com/2024/01/05/whata-bunch-of-balony/(opens in a new tab)

A classic advertisement is a limo pulls up to another limo. The window rolls down showing the passenger in the back who then asks in a rich accent (pun intended) of the passenger in the back of the other limo, “Pardon me, but do you have any Grey Poupon?”

My story is about not getting it my way because the process must be followed without variation.

I went to a McDonald’s and ordered a plain burger. I eat my burgers the way you decorate your garage walls, nothing on it at all. Remember, the ‘Have it your way’ is by Burger King. My friend from work got his order, I got my my fries and a promise of someone bringing my burger to my seat.

My friend was half done when my burger showed up loaded with their standard extras. I returned it saying I ordered it plain. They promised to bring it to me. My friend was done eating and I was still in the ocean looking for any sight of distant land, or a burger. In other words, I had the same chance of getting that plain burger that I did if I were on a deserted island.

I went to the counter to state that we were leaving without my burger. They refunded my money and gave me a coupon for a free burger. I politely passed it to my satisfied friend who would be the only returning customer between the two of us. Since that time, McDonald’s has gotten less rigid in their production of burgers so I have received some made my way.

At a restaurant when my plain burger arrived it looked like the mother of all burgers. It could happen anywhere.

Except at the place where I could have it my way. Of course that is the same place where the Wendy’s ad showed the old lady lifting the top half of the bun and exclaiming, “Where’s the beef?” It was there and it didn’t have any Grey Poupon on it either.

Have a Happy Friday, and make it your way.