…was at a local Burger King with my daughter, eating a cheese burger.

Noticed a guy pull in, in rather a hurry.  He got out of his truck carrying a bag. I immediately knew they had messed up his order.  And they had.

A few minutes later, I saw another car pull into the parking lot driving in a similar fashion.  I knew what it meant. I was seeing a pattern.  And there was.  He came in with an incorrect order.

In the space of about an hour, I saw seven other people drive into the parking lot in the same manner.

Now these guys at BK were royal Fork Ups.

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