"Welcome to Burger King, you can order when ready."
Said the cute gal at the window. She had a great smile and she winked at my young friend, Blaine. This story took place in the mid eighties.
"May we each have a chili-dog with cheese?" I said.
"Sorry." She said, thrown off guard. "We don't serve chili-dogs with cheese."
"Oh darn. I was really in the mood for one." I said.
"Oh well, we'll just have two chili-dogs, without the cheese."
"I wish I could help." She said nervously. "But we just don't serve chili-dogs."
"That's okay." I said. "We'll be quite happy with the good-old, stand-by regular hot dogs."
"Sir! We don't serve hot dogs here!!! Burger King is a hamburger joint!!"
"Excellent!" I exclaimed.
Then could you please give me a:
BIG MAC ! !