The Whataburger Awakening: A Narcoleptic Tale
This narcoleptic tale is dedicated to my lovely niece, Jacilayne, who may or may not have an unhealthy relationship with all things Whataburger.
I don’t know about you all, but I love breakfast! It truly is my favorite meal of the day. In fact, it is rare for me to allow a single morning to go by without eating a protein-filled breakfast.
One of the many unhealthy habits I have developed over the years is regularly eating fast food breakfasts before I head off to work. Some mornings, I get up earlier than normal in effort to get to work early because I’m either playing catch up, or I’m just trying to get a head start on my day. The following narco-tale just happened to be one of those mornings.
The story begins early one morning just before dawn. I had found myself waiting in a drive-through line at the nearby Whataburger that is located almost exactly halfway between my house and my workplace.
In all fairness, Whataburger has some great breakfast options. But at six in the morning, it’s basically my only option. I mean Chick-fil-a doesn’t open until 6:30 a.m. and Sonic a full thirty minutes after that. I’m sure there are other places that are open for breakfast that early, but Whataburger was the one place I knew about that wasn’t McDonalds; it was also on my way to work, and I was certain…
