Today I had my first visit to a gourmet hamburger "shoppe" called The Works, where I enjoyed a crazy burger topped with not only beets and pineapple, but a fried egg as well. All the stuff a growing boy needs.
Everyone at the table decided to get a milkshake and one friend selected a large. The waitress warned him that a "large" milkshake is ... quite large. But he would not be swayed.
The milkshake (or should I say, MILKSHAKE!!!?) arrived in a large glass measuring cup, a little more than a litre of sweet goodness. It was big.
How big was it?
It was so big that it required written permission from a doctor to order. It was so big that if you consumed it all a note was revealed at the bottom saying "call 911". It was so big that lifting it might shatter your wrist. It was so big that it came with an additional table to support it. It was so big that looking at it out of context you'd swear someone was making a triple batch of pancakes, or serving eggnog to a family of nine. It was so big that it may have been the equivalent of drinking an entire ice cream cake. It was so big that standing near it raised your blood sugar levels. It was so big that it was prepared in a cement truck.
Well, you get the idea.
3 comments:
That doesn't sound so big...
all those successive one-liners at your age is impressive. a lesser man would have crumbled.
I'm a trooper. I learned to never give up when I watched someone consume a litre of milkshake.
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