How humiliating. I fought hard, but I was no match for his all-beef patty, smothered in cheese and secret sauce. Lying on the ground, my arse whooped by the very icon of all that is good, wholesome and scrumptious, I managed to fumble for my camera for one pathetic shot. A crowd gathered, and as I picked myself up and sulked off, humiliated, I heard his final insult, stinging me like a flogging from his soggy, grease-laden fries...“Thank you, drive through!”