I Put the King in Burger

I am one of the unfortunate many that sees food as a pleasure and not a source of nourishment. I listen in amazement when someone says, "Oh my god, I forgot to eat today!" I do not even have to look to see that the person that said this weighs as much as my thigh and has on large hoop earings. I was not always this fascinated with food. In fact, when I was younger, my mother said I was "wormy." I would love to find out where I got those worms and if they are still available for service.
My problems all began with a girl named Ginger T. She was far from wormy and lived across the street from me. Ginger was only 11, but she already smelled like Grandma, you know, you have to hold your breath when you go in for a hug kinda smell. Well Ginger loved to eat, especially food from Burger King, specifically the Whopper. Instead of writing about food in her dairy, Ginger wrote about the happiness she felt on the days her mom would go the grocery store. Sad I know, but 100% true.
Ginger taught me this game. The game diod not have a name, but it went something like this: Whoever takes the longest to eat the whopper wins. Sounds fun huh? Well I was not the sharpest kid at this game. When it came to food games, nobody beat Ginger T.
One day I was sick and tires of losing "Eat the Whopper Slowly," so I formed a strategy and challenged the master. Her mother always felt sorry for me because my mom never bought us fast food, so she always bought an extra Whopper for me. As Ginger and I unwrapped our sandwiches, we looked at one another and knew that the game beginning. We paced ourselves, no need to eat slowly until the end. I watched from inder my bangs as we neared the end of the sandwich. I watched in amazement as Ginger took her last bite. Did she forget we were playing? Was the power of that last fabulous bite to much for her? In a moment of her obvious weakness, I defeated the master. I raised my last bite to the air, and felt as I imagined Olympic athletes must feel when they stand on the podium after winning the gold medal, and dropped the small piece into my mouth. But then, to my astonishement, Ginger brought her hand from behind her back and cackled, "You did not winnnnn!," as I swallowed the last sesame seed.
I went home, once again defeated by a child obviously much smarter than I, and had a bowl of pudding.