Angry about Angry

I had an Angry Whopper last night. Even though I didn't ask them to hold the Angry, they went ahead and held it anyway. That's right, no jalapenos. So was I excited that I didn't have to pick out the jalapenos? No! And here's why, I'm going to tell you right now, if you just keep reading you'll find out, don't give up, you're almost there: Because the Angry Whopper (minus the Angry) was no good. It tasted like a regular Whopper, but with onion rings and a smidgen of Angry sauce. It turns out that the jalaps add a good amount of flavor to the sandwich, even if you pick them out. Because of that, my Angry was most Unsatisfactory. Plus, there was this huge clump of iceberg lettuce that took up half my sandwich. I hate it when they give me the huge clumps of iceberg.

So it tasted like a regular Whopper, which is what I used to order before his angry brother came along. So that's not such a bad thing, is it? Of course it is! That's like going back to a crappy old Nokia when you've been using a Blackberry Curve for the last 3 years! Once you go Blackberry, you don't go back (berry).

My point here is that the Angry Whopper didn't reach its potential. It could be so much better, but one of the highly-motivated BK employees screwed it all up. It withheld its greatness from the world. Let this be a lesson to us all. I feel like closing this with a standard Mormon ending to a talk or a prayer (you know what I'm talkin' about, don't pretend like you've never had the urge to say it in a normal conversation--or maybe you have a meeting at work and you feel like you should open it with a song and a prayer). But I won't.