I remember when a regular cheeseburger at McD’s was a quarter. Fries were 10 cents.
As a 9 year old kid riding in the back of my father's Country Squire wagon, I was pretty darn impressed with those kind of numbers. Surely those must be the best hamburgers in the world if that many people are buying them. The Weekly Reader at school would have an infographic showing how many McDonald's hamburgers it would take to reach up to the moon if they were all stacked on top of each other. I would try to imagine the Skylab astronauts going up there with with all those hamburgers in order to add to that stack.
Then one time I went to an uncle's barbeque and he was putting thick, juicy burgers on the grill, laying on thick slices of cheese, and then putting them on soft potato rolls. Now THOSE were the best burgers I ever tasted. I told my uncle so and said that if he opened his own hamburger restaurant, that he would sell more hamburgers than McDonalds because his were so much better.
He just tousled my hair and went back to drinking his beer whilee using his spatula to flip over another batch of burgers.