I once thought about approaching the FBI with a little puzzle that I thought I solved. The unmarked and well-guarded salt shaker at the McDonald's Fry Station contains a top secret mixture of salt, a touch of sugar, and FRIGGIN CRACK COCAINE. Those delectable strings of golden goodness are addictive, and worth the risk of heart disease that comes with every beautiful perfectly-fried stick.
Does that sound over the top? Okay. Well how about this woman who is so into her nuggets that she summoned 9-1-1 when McDonald's ran out?
Angered that her local McDonald's was out of Chicken McNuggets, a Florida woman called 911 three times to report the fast food "emergency."
Now I'm not hating on anybody's food fetish. I remember the time I almost cried when I forgot the sun-dried tomatoes on my delivery order. Or the time my fiance wanted to run the mini-van through a local diner after watching a man at another table eat the last serving of grits with breakfast.
But I ain't into nuggets, y'all. (Although KFC is a whole other story, but I digress.) And I just can't relate to the fire behind this fast food fiasco.