Once upon a time there was a man named Gus, and he could teleport. He would from time to time, move to locations that would optimize the result of the goal he was currently attempting to accomplish. Once, the ice cream truck was turning the corner up the street, so he teleported himself next to the truck to get himself one of those disgusting fruity something-or-others made to look like an obscure cartoon character. Ok...bad example. One time he was at Burger King and he decided that the Whopper wasn't what he wanted. So, as t not step on any toes, he told the girl at the register (Hope, was her name i think..) that he didn't' like burgers and that he was just going to go down the road to Panda Express. So he did. And when he got there, he was convinced that this was the food for him. He even told the girl at this register, Cara, that Chinese was his favorite food and that it wouldn't ever change. But it did, inevitably change..right then.
He decided that his stomach actually wanted Italian food. This one was harder to get out of, his entree was already halfway made. But, he said to her that he forgot he was allergic to chicken and he had to leave before the essence became enough to put him into anaphileptic shock. ( This may be a surprise..but he wasn't actually allergic to chicken. He was avoiding telling her the truth that he lied about his favorite food being Chinese)
So, he teleported once more to Oregano's. Made the commitment to this one..he ordered..and took a bite of the cheesy ravioli that he adored so much. But, most likely to very little, if any, of your surprise, he didn't want this either. This time he didn't say anything. He just teleported himself back to good ol' BK and ordered himself a Whopper, fries well done, and a large chocolate shake.
"Change in opinion? Coming back for a Whopper?" Hope asks. He says with a puzzled but serious face, "What do you mean? I have always loved Whoppers. Burger King is my all time favorite restaurant and that won't ever change." But she knew what he'd said. And he knew what he'd said. They knew. They both knew.
He sat in the far right corner booth with his 3 cups of ketchup and the sun beating down on his accomplished face.
The end.
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