Walk across 6th Street through the marathon while drinking a Fat Burger milkshake.
Bonus points if your companion is carrying a bag from same.
My only excuse is that I am pregnant and therefore missing a large portion of my brain (which has been taken over by the need to eat constantly). I don’t think it’s a very good one, but it’s all I’ve got.
I am a bad person! Obsessed with the idea to go and see some art downtown and on Wilshire I needed revenge for the traffic chaos. Ate a huge burger and barked at pedestrians who moved to fast. No excuses here, I am not pregnant and I will have to suffer on the treadmill. I swear for the next marathon that I will stay at home, eat pizza and cake.
Haha. I applaud this asshole. Viva Fatburger!
Dude. It’s okay to have burgers. We’re Americans! Burgers for everyone! Screw running people!
Nobody’s keeping the runners from ducking into Fatburger – and nobody’s forcing them to run either. If someone enjoying a lovely snack offends them, that’s their tough luck.