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Monique said:When I came back to the hotel all my clothes reeked like pig. I was so embarrassed having to wear my coat that smelled so disgusting that it made me nauseous.
Interestingly, I have a funny story that incorporates the aroma issue, the monetary issue, and BK all in one fell swoop. When I fist moved out of home when I was 18, I lived in a high-rise in Waikiki with a friend of mine for the summer. We were understandably poor and in a ritzy tourist town you need to be resourceful in order to survive. So we found these coupons in one of the local free tourist rags for a buy one whopper, get one free. In any any case, I ate two of those every day for the better part of a month. I was the original "Super size me" experiment.
Needless to say, their came a point where I couldn't get even within two blocks of a Burger King for months because the smell of the wafting whoppers had me doubled over and retching. It was many years before I had a whopper again.
