It’s been fifteen days since I contacted the head of Burgerville, and still no response. Despite my better efforts to get their attention — smoke signals, handbills plastered all over headquarters, the brief John-and-Yoko-esque “Brussels Sprout Bed-in” — their french fry bags still compare potatoes to the “brussel” sprout.
Belgians everywhere: on behalf of my ignorant countrymen, I apologize.
