Tuesday, September 28, 2021

My Cravers Hall of Fame Story

I was kidnapped by terrorists on my way to the White Castle on  Bruckner Boulevard, where I was going to drop off my "Cravers Hall of Fame Story," with the contest deadline of September 30th looming. Though I didn’t become a member of the Symbionese Liberation Army, it was a Patty Hearst kind of thing. My life up until then had been a long downhill slider. I was ready to rebel against The Colonel and reinvent myself. I was freed after negotiations with my wife, who insisted that my captors release me before dinner. I was deposited right in front of the familiar orange and white sign. I decided to reward myself with the Crave Clutch ($19.20, 20 sliders and 4 small fries). I had it coming to me after what I’d been through. I deserved it after all these years eating out of the bucket and being on the lam(b).

Read "Diasporic Dining: Fast Food, Inc." by Francis Levy, HuffPost

and while you're out it check this out before you hire Alexa, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IogtTA56Tog 

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