Good Burgers (this is not a Kenan and Kel reference)

This was yesterday. I'm frequenting a local hamburger/hot dog/fries restaurant, waiting on a covered patio for my lunch order to be brought out to me. ("Another post about your lunch, Jon? Do we officially have a lunch motif?" you ask. "Hush," I say.) Jack and I are corresponding on Messenger about his idea for this blog. As they so often do, the comedy gods decide they're going to give me material.

A crowd of 8-10 middle school students with a chaperone in tow approach the counter. The project manager / ringleader of the students says something robotic along the lines of, "We are from Julia Landon Preparatory School, and we're doing a scouting tour of the businesses in our neighborhood." The cashier takes this in stride beautifully and goes through the restaurant's hours and menu with them.

My first thought was, "Hey, I went to that school too... of course, it didn't have a fancy name when I went there." My second thought was, "Oh boy, the cashier is going to take a picture of them. I should probably move."

The cashier has corralled all of the kids in front of the restaurant; all of the kids are now holding the restaurant's sign (the kind you see people getting paid $8/hour to spin while dancing obnoxiously). To encourage decent facial expressions among the pre-teen set, the cashier prompts them with the following:

"On the count of 3, you're gonna say 'Good burgers'!"

As soon as I hear this, I have to turn my back to the scene because I'm trying very hard not to laugh. Not at the kids or the cashier, mind you, but because of all the options she had available to get them to say, she went with "Good burgers".

When "Cheeseburgers" was sitting right there!