I’d just finished watching Super Troopers for like the one hundredth time and decided to drop in to Burger King for lunch and a bit of fun.
I walked confidently up to the counter and ordered a Double Whopper with Bacon and a “liter o’ cola”.
The snot-nose kid behind the register simply rings up the burger plus a King-size Coke.
So I told him: “I don’t want a King-size Coke. I want a god damn liter o’ cola!”
He calmly procedes to explain to me that a King-Size softdrink is in fact 33 ounces, which it almost exactly one liter. And as Coca-cola is a cola drink, in a sense he was indeed giving me a liter-o-cola.
That’s when I screamed “Damn it, you burger punk”, dove across the counter and proceded to punch-a-size his face.
I won’t be returning to Burger King again for awhile. Well, not that Burger King anyways…