Okay, hear me out—maybe it’s just me, but I think cow meat has it out for me at this point. I said hold on… 😅 First, it was that flaming cow meat that tried to take me out (you remember the hot jerky saga, right?). And now, I go to Burger King and order a number one—regular Whopper meal. I even upsized it to a large with sweet tea, feelin’ fancy. I get home and... there are no fries in the bag. None. Nada. Just sadness. I haven’t even checked the sandwich yet to see if they got it right. I ordered it with no mayo, no tomato, and no pickles—because I have autistic sensory issues with all three. Let me be clear for the folks in the back: 🧠 It’s not about being picky. It’s about how my brain and body react to certain textures, smells, and tastes. Mayo feels like slime on my tongue. Tomato makes everything soggy. Pickles? Instant sour overdrive. If any of those are on my burger, I literally can’t eat it. And don’t say, “Just pick it off.” First of all: 👉 You can’t pick off mayo, you abs...