I just got food poisoning from Whataburger. We cure hangovers with Whataburger down here. If you don’t have a taco truck open that late, Whataburger has your back. Getting food poisoning from Whataburger is like getting diarrhea from Pepto.
Yes, I can make those biscuits myself. Yes, my burgers are better. Of course we have a bottle of spicy ketchup in the house. That’s not the point. If my happy ass hands over money to you for food, there are supposed to be things in place to keep you from giving me something that is going to make me sick.
And I don’t blame the workers. Not one bit. This is a small town with very few 24 hour places. It’s a pit stop between Houston and Deliverance the 4D experience. And we’re stoners. We see each other a lot. They would not sit there and be like, “Yo, those bitches are here, let’s fuck their shit up.” No.
I guarantee you, something broke, they didn’t call someone in fast enough to fix it, shit should have been thrown out and someone on the chain refused to take that loss. I say that because it happens at Burger King often enough that the only time I would eat there is when my friend that worked there brought something home. Wouldn’t trust anything else in the building. Also, they work off less than a skeleton crew so they’re constantly having to cut safety measures to keep up.
I like to cook. My wife’s cooking is to die for. But I love fast food. It’s sucks that I basically have to make everything at home because I can’t trust any of the places around here. Like, I get that businesses will try to milk anything for profit and not not care who it hurts, but damn are we back to the 20’a already? And so many people don’t get how understaffed everywhere is. It’s amazing we don’t have a food poisoning pandemic because businesses don’t keep enough people to safely run.