Eight juicy strips of bacon, three pieces of cheese, two quarter pound burgers, and mayonnaise. As I order my Monster Burger the "ching" of the cash registers like the thunder of trumpets in a king’s castle. The woman hands me my monster burger and it glimmers like a freshly found golden nugget in the warm California sun. It is truly a burger fit for a king. I take my Monster Burger my seat and unwrap this wonder of the fast food universe. I peer under the top bun to make sure that there is enough mayonnaise on it. I hear the trumpets again, "Dut da da Da!" The cheesy elevator music they play over the intercom at Hardees is like a whole group of school children singing hymns. This moment is utterly magical. I take my first bite and suddenly everything fades out, "Dut da da Dohohoh!" The trumpets trail off and the singing turns back into "Kenny G". My Monster Burger is missing a piece of cheese.

I know what you are going to say, "There are already two pieces how many do you need?" Well if you have ever had a monster burger you know that they are one of the best tasting burgers out there, and if they are missing a piece of cheese it takes away one-third of the taste and wonder that is the Monster Burger. It just isn’t the same without it. I know from experience. This little fiasco has happened to me twice since the Monster Burger came out.

Normally I’m not one to complain to the manager of a fast-food restaurant, even when they forget a piece of cheese on my Monster Burger. They only time I would ever complain would be if instead of a piece of cheese I found a dirty old dead rat. Then maybe I would tell someone about my little problem.

I have respect for the people who work at fast-food restaurants. They have a job keeping them out of the streets and away from drugs and all of that unsavory subject matter. Also it is honest work. They bust their butt all day long to get a miessely eighty-five dollar paycheck at the end of the week. They make your burgers and do it fairly well, so leave them alone. If you go and complain about their accident their manager will probably have to stay late and mop the floor later. Nobody want’s that now do they. Wouldn’t it make you feel terrible if you knew that you ruined somebody’s day?

If you think about it there is really no reason to complain in the first place. It’s just a missing piece of cheese or no pickles or whatever the mistake is. They are doing their best and it was just a common mistake. Most people are human after all.