A victim of pie
There is a famous chain of fast-food hamburgers that runs an annual promotion based upon the Monopoly board game. I do not often eat at this fast-food hamburger chain, but not often is not never. Two weeks ago I entered one of these establishments to find the Monopoly promotion ongoing.
I ate a hamburger. I drank a carbonated beverage. I looked at my Monopoly pieces.
And I won! A free apple pie!
One does not turn down an offer of free apple pie, so I returned early last week and ate another hamburger, drank another carbonated beverage, and enjoyed a free pie. I looked at my new Monopoly pieces.
And I won! A free apple pie!
One does not turn down an offer of free apple pie, so I returned late last week and ate another hamburger, drank another carbonated beverage, and enjoyed a free pie. I looked at my new Monopoly pieces.
And I won! A free apple pie!
Dear fast-food hamburger restaurant that (for some reason) I have chosen not to address by name: enough already. I like free apple pie, I really do. But if you keep giving them to me, and I keep eating your hamburgers (and drinking your carbonated beverages) (and eating your pies) I will become fat.
And if I am to become fat, I would like the process to involve eating something a bit tastier than your hamburgers.





