A woman who had not eaten an In-N-Out burger for eight years literally cried after taking her first bite of a “double-double” at a grand opening for the burger chain in Texas. I am astounded by this woman’s commitment to her burger. I am pretty sure there is not a meat product out there that can bring me to tears.
That being said, I do understand this woman’s emotional turmoil. Even though my tears might not flow for the same reasons as hers, I can empathize with her need to cry. I have cried tears of joy– mostly after really good sex, and I have cried tears of anguish—mostly after really bad sex.
As I think about this further, I am going to change my stance here. I will still cry after sex, but I don’t understand how someone gets so emotional over a dead cow unless of course, you are mourning the dead cow. I cannot comprehend how eating a certain food can elicit such over-the-top feelings. If I was a shrink, I would say that this burger was an emotional substitute for something missing in her life – probably, the good sex that drives me to tears.
Then again, who am I to judge? I can drool thinking about an ice cream sundae or a large pizza with mushrooms. Yes, I can literally lose my ability to speak as I watch the pizza guy dole out the slices to other customers while I wait in line to get mine. But tears – I don’t think so.
If In-N-Out Burger was smart, they would hire this woman and build a national advertising campaign around her and her love for their burgers. Pay her a huge salary so she can cry on demand. She could go to each restaurant opening and shed tears of jubiliation just as they cut the ribbon. Yes, this woman is a public relations treasure!
I wonder how much money they would pay her. Now that I think about it, I could cry for that burger. I could sob and even get my nose to run. I could cry so hard that I would make those little out of breath noises that sound like I’m trying to suck in air. Yes, I could do this, In-N-OutBurger. Have your people call my people. We can make things happen.
http://www.myfoxdfw.com/dpp/news/051111-Woman-Bursts-into-Tears-During-In-N-Out-Visit?sms_ss=facebook&at_xt=4dcbfca5b665c851%2C0
I’m not sure if any moisture has left my eyes due to food or sex (well, maybe the absence!), but I have certainly drooled a lot! Now music can make me tear up.
Honestly, cupcakes and Italian pastry can make me drool too. It would take the world’s biggest cake for me to cry.
Maybe the burger had bacon on it? I could almost understand that. 🙂
I don’t get the emotional connection that men have to bacon. It is intriguing but I don’t get it.
Sex or burgers. No matter how great, neither has ever made me cry. Now let me tell you about the best bowl of ice cream I ever had after a 12 week layoff. I may have had an out-of-body experience on that first mouthful.
Out-of-body experience! So funny, Matty. I can understand this though. I really can.
Like a wise old friend told me once…”Bitches be crazy”.
Yes, that is very true. That is why you should think twice before crossing us.