Yesterday I succumbed to a moment of weakness. I'm very ashamed to admit it, but I cheated.
With Five Guys.
Oh my dear UBurger, would you forgive me if I said it meant nothing to me? That I was thinking of you the whole time? I was in a different zip code; hundreds of miles away from any of your three locations in the Boston area. I was laid over for nearly four hours; I had to do something!
It could have been worse. I could have gone with some cheap and classless joint like McDonald's or Burger King. The fact that I went to a place with freshly cut fries and malt vinegar should only prove how totally still into UBurger I am.
They didn't have your special sauce, UBurger, or your fancy napkins. If you can take me back, I promise I'll never look at another burger ever again.
But really, it was pretty fantastic. I'm still going to stay married to the U, but I'll keep Five Guys as my little something on the side for whenever I'm in the A Terminal of the Dulles airport.
How on earth does it make sense to fly through Dulles on the way to Pittsburgh from Boston? This is why the airline industry needs to be reformed.
ReplyDeleteI know, right? And my flight got delayed a million hours. Had I known that I'd be there so long, I would have somehow come to visit you.
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