Tuesday, March 12, 2019

Tuesday, In Which Burger King Becomes A Koan

DQ Guitar Advisor David Gloier sent me this email:
The Burger King by my house burned to the ground, and for almost a year, the burned out shell remained, with the sign still standing over it, proclaiming "Now Serving Flame-grilled Hot Dogs."


They finally rebuilt it. Shiny and new. Nice store, but you're right, nobody is ever there, and when someone is, they look miserable. This includes the employees.

I told him he should have taken a picture, but he was way ahead of me:

Then he sent me something incredibly profound:
I just realized...I guess I must look miserable when I'm in there, too. 

That's a Burger King koan.

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