But I wasn't that annoyed. The line just let me perfect how I would eventually drop the fricative-friendly password to the cashier. However, when I finally made it to the front of the line and dropped my sweet one-liner, the cashier just looked at me like I was legitimately retarded.
"I'll have the SHHHHHHHHHHAZAM!" I said.
"You mean a cheeseburger?" the cashier asked.
"Um. OK," I said shamefully, before muttering in one last ditch effort, "The shazam..."
But lack of any need-to-know secret password aside, I still enjoyed that burger, which will always be known as the most delicious, and, well, only "shazam" I ever ordered. I mean, look at it! It looks delicious, basking ever-so-peacefully in the autumnal afternoon sunshine.
But even better than this delicious shazam was the scrumptious milkshake I ordered to fatten myself up even more. Out of the 50 flavors Z Burger offers, I found the Chocolate Covered Banana flavor the most enticing.
My boss and coworker ordered the fries and onion rings, which, naturally, I macked on
And then I took the longest bike ride home ever. But it was worth it.