Considering what BK considers a “tomato”, especially this time of year in the Midwest, I can almost feel her pain.
But after a couple of expletives to myself, I would have just removed that half green, paper thin slice of tasteless crap and moved on.
My local BK puts a big fat juicy slice of red tomato on my Whopper.
That's because you're a sensible person taught self-control by your parents and teachers when you were little. In other words, you're a white privileged racist.