One of our listeners (my sister and I do a podcast, y'know) sent me a link to the Burger King scent website. It's a hoot. I recommend watching it, but not if you've got a mouthful of a beverage.
http://www.firemeetsdesire.com/
I watched that a week ago. Or more. Then today when I woke up, all I could think about was Whoppers. Or really, a Whopper Jr. The summer I graduated from high school, my sister Amy was in an outdoor play in the Smokies. She lived in an awfully ugly house in Maryville with three or four other actors, and they drove to the mountains every day to put on that play.
I visited her often, because, well, I was bored and there was a really cute guy in the cast. OK, no, really, I visited Amy often because she was (and still is) really fun to hang out with. AND there was a cute guy in the cast.
We used to stop at the Burger King next to the mall and get something to eat, and I always got the Whopper Jr., no mayo, add mustard. Sometimes I ate the onions; sometimes I picked them off. But something about the crunch of those pickles and the particular flavor of the flame-broiled beef... just ... Just, y'know, mmmmmmmmm.
Then I went for years and years without eating at Burger King. I'm not sure why, except there never seems to be one handy. I live in a really small town. Y'know.
A year and four months ago, exactly one month after I quit smoking, we went for a walk in the woods that ended up being a five-hour walk uphill -- both ways -- and I nearly died from the exertion. I did live, although everything hurt, including my hair. On the way home from those same mountains where Amy used to put on a play, we stopped at the same old Burger King next to the mall, and I had myself a Whopper Jr., no mayo, add mustard.
Some things should not be forsaken for twenty years.
Determined not to let such a long time elapse again, I went to the Burger King in Sweetwater and got myself a Whopper Jr.
See? It's a day for celebrating all sorts of things. I quit smoking! I can walk in the woods without thinking I'm dying! I got a dog!
Life is good.
And I do wonder what the Burger King perfume smells like. If it smells like a hamburger, would it make me even more popular with my puppy? Because she already loves me.
Y'know.
