I admit I am prone to injury. No big revelation there, but sometimes
even I am amazed at how fragile I can be but this incident takes the
prize. I was in California driving back to beautiful Galveston Texas
when, believe it or not, I became hungry.
I stopped at a Big Boy restaurant but the place was packed so for the
first time in a very long time I went to a fast food place next door.
Being a national chain I just assumed the hamburgers would be tiny so I
ordered the biggest one on the menu. Burgers have grown in the last year
because I could barely carry this one.
I retreated to a table and realized I literally couldn't open my
mouth wide enough to actually take a bite. Not being one to give up
easily I was determined to get at least some of this monster down and
tried harder to get a mouthful only to feel a popping in the left side
of my jaw. I actually hurt my jaw trying to eat a big burger! It was
swollen within minutes and I could hardly drink anything much less
finish the gigantic sandwich. I left miserable and dumped what was left
of the three pounder in the garbage on the way out.
This is where it gets a little strange. On the way back to the car
Ben Stein was walking his two dogs in a grassy area near the parking
lot. I wanted to go say hi but I couldn't talk because by now it was as
if I had lockjaw, so I did the next best thing. I waved... and he waved
back. No doubt he recognized me from the website and was just too shy to
actually come up to me to talk.
I never did get a real taste of the burger so I'm not running out to
the local Giganta Burger anytime soon to get one. I did, however,
strengthen my resolve not to eat bad stuff even when on a road trip.
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