It's evil, really.The commercials come on right around the time the hunger pains start. The go on about happy hour specials on the 400 types of beverages they offer. And the ridiculously unhealthy sundae options available. Yet there are none to be found in the gloved state.
People tend to want what they can't have. But if it is not possible for them to get it, what's the point?
Perhaps it's all part of their plan. They put the idea in your head so when you eventually leave the state and stumble upon a Sonic, you'll stop. Because you were so intrigued by the ads for this place that you can't not stop. Because if you go all the way back to Michigan and you tell people that yes, you saw a Sonic, but, no, you didn't stop, they will shun you.
That's what I did.
I was en route from Florida back to home when my windshield wipers decided to stop moving the water from my view. As I pulled off the exit to find a way to solve this problem I saw, you guessed it, Sonic.
Suddenly my logical thinking left me.
I didn't care that I couldn't see. I wasn't even hungry. I knew that eating fast food would make me nauseous for the remainder of the drive. But I didn't care. I had finally found one.
I wasn't impressed. But they had gotten me. Out of pure curiosity, they had gotten me.
Damn you, Sonic. Damn you and your marketing ploy.
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