I just went to Whataburger and one of the things I ordered was an apple pie. The girl over the speaker told me that it'd be a 6 minute wait. Asked me if it was ok. Yeah, it's ok. I've waited longer in lines for much less. I've been to Best Buy for Black Friday. Twice. Here I waited in line for over two hours just to walk in and go, "nah," and then... just... walk away and go home. And then there's the time I went to Schlitterbahn. I waited an hour and forty five minutes just to go, "WHEEEEEEE!" down a wet, plastic chute for, like, 15 seconds. I really didn't grasp what the payoff was supposed to be. I mean, I do get it. I guess I just think there should be something pretty freaking awesome at the end of a line you stand and hour and forty five minutes in.
Then when I finally get the order, the girl tells me to be careful with the pie. Yeah. I've bitten into a fresh one of those before. It was several years ago I stopped by Whataburger on the way home for a snack. A little overzealous about the pie, I grabbed that pie and took a big ol' bite out of it. The pie crust was so neatly sealed, that it actually held in the pressure built up by the heat of it being cooked. So, I wasn't so much biting into a delicious, fast food apple pie, but some great smelling napalm grenade. It felt like I had been splashed in the face with acid. I was shrieking and trying to see through the pain while trying to keep my car on the road. I almost crashed trying to make the the entrance to my trailer park (yes, trailer park or manufactured home community), narrowly avoiding driving into the ditch. So there's a public service announcement for you. If you get a Whataburger apple pie, leave that molten death pouch in the bag and forget it exists for around fifteen minutes. They're worth the wait.