Actually, I remember now that I already had ideas about BK being redneck, but the one time I ate at a BK, in Crowfoot, the only other people there was a family that fairly closely resembled Cletus and his inbred kin from the Simpsons, both in appearance and demeanor. I still remember this idiot sitting there in his beater, wearing a BK crown on his head. I think my DNA actually squirmed at watching their behavior and listening to them talk. I am a lover of evolution and primatology, but there was something so unsettling about seeing them and thinking how quickly millions of years of evolution could be undone if this family could just outbreed the rest of us.
It totally put me off my burger, and I associated BK with that ever after.
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