A mother is ordering at the counter with her three sons, all of whom look under ten.
Mother: “Three Burger Happy Meals, please.”
Me: “Is that with the fries or apple slices?”
Mother: “Apple slices for all three, please.”
As soon as she says this, the oldest boy bursts out laughing, like a full-on belly laugh, holding his sides. The middle boy joins in a couple of seconds later, and the last boy joins in quickly after.
The mother smiles at them and then looks back at me.
Mother: “Yeah, who am I kidding? Fries all round, please. Nothing but grease in this family! I think the last time these boys ate a vegetable was the mushroom on a pizza by accident.”
Me: “Technically, mushrooms aren’t a vegetable, also our happy meal burgers contain pickles and onions, and those are vegetables.”
Mother: “My boys don’t eat those.”
Me: “Oh, did you want to order the burger with those removed?”
Mother: “No, keep ’em on.” *She holds up a little Ziploc bag.* “I store them for punishments.” *She also holds up another Ziploc containing slices of burger cheese.* “And these as rewards!”
They seemed like a fun and friendly family, but I kinda weep for their arteries.
