UGH. My quest for a free Angry Whopper has become a drawn out affair, no thanks to Burger King, which seems unwilling to hold up its end of the bargain. After four weeks had gone by since I’d dropped ten friends from Facebook as per the rules of the promotion, I decided to call up Burger King headquarters to find out where the EFF my Angry Whopper was. I spoke to a lovely woman named Wilmarie, who informed me that the mistake would be rectified and that Burger King would be sending me a coupon right away. At last, it seemed like I’d be making headway. I then spent the next seven days furiously checking my mailbox hoping that maybe, just maybe this Angry Whopper saga could be put to an end.
WELL. Today, I was delighted to see an unassuming envelope from Burger King sitting in my mailbox. Ahhhh… sweet, sweet victory. I was so excited that I almost blasted off a mobile “tweet” right then and there to proclaim my joy at having finally received a free Angry Whopper. But then I opened up the envelope, and inside was a generic apology letter â€â€Ã‚ no surprise there â€â€Ã‚ and a coupon for one free… Whopper. Not an Angry Whopper, mind you. Just a regular, run-of-the-mill, emotionally neutral Whopper. Normally, this would be ground for celebration and tears, but alas, I now find myself in a bizarrely awkward situation: should I be grateful for what I have and simply enjoy my free burger in peace? Or should I demand the specific bounty which I am owed? I feel ungrateful for complaining, but I also feel cheated by sitting here quietly. What say you, oh readers from the Internets?
In the meantime, I will try to use the coupon to score the Angry Whopper. After all, “Whopper” might just be an umbrella term, in which case… never mind!
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