if you are what you eat, then i'm so corporate
as i rolled towards the drive-thru window yesterday, i realized that i had just engaged in the terribly highfalutin practices of the ordering elite. it was as if my burger was a badge, an epithet of character i would be known as, if only for a while. i was no longer britt grabbin' a burger. in a breath i had become a doubledoublenoonionslightspreadproteinstyle. and this new coat went to replace the earlier coffee versioned cover of grandelightcoffeefrapinaventicupwithextrawhip.

and for a moment, i didn't know whether to be proud of this confidence of lingo; an 'insider' defining who i was in the world of food, or be really really embarrassed. to be honest, i'm not sure if this kind of structured society is one i want to claim.