It was the new year, and I was well on my way back to school, which included a short *cough* visit to JFK, one of my FAVORITE (sarcasm sign?) airports.
It was about lunch time, so I thought it best to get some food. I walked around the terminal, which may as well have been a fuckin mall, and ran into a Wendys.

I said "Great, Baconator."

I was waiting in a mediocrely sized line, and i looked up at the menu, to check prices and whatnot. And what do I see staring at me?

Calories for everything.

Now dont get me wrong, I am no calorie counter, but i mean, it's rediculous. What am I going to do with a burger with enough stored energy to power a small villiage?

All I am saying is that i dont care if my burger has 1350 calories, just dont tell me. What I dont know dosnt hurt me, and my ignorance is bliss.

LET ME EAT IN PEACE

Thats half my daily food in a single meal.
Thanks for ruining my lunch, wendys.

Peace out
~Bodom