Austin by Midnight
Somewhere along the way, I got hungry. I had to decide between the familiar, and uncharted territory. The Wendy’s or the Whataburger.
In the spirit of the road trip, I approached the cash register at Whataburger.
“Hi. I’m from the East Coast and I’ve never been to a Whataburger before.”
“Welcome to Whataburger.”
“Thank you. Listen, I know what I’m getting myself in to if I go next door to Wendy’s. I like their product over there. I was wondering if you guys do it even better over here.”
“First and foremost, I really think you’re going to enjoy your experience here at Whataburger. Not only are our burgers better than Wendy’s, and I like Wendy’s and what they do there, but I believe our burgers are very fresh and we put a trememdous amount of effort and care in to everything we do here.”
“I appreciate your honesty and confidence. I think I’ll have the number 7 combo with fries.”
After I was done, I crumpeld the orange and white paper bag carefully so the kethcup wouldn’t leak through before we arrived in Austin by midnight.
