how

in the fuck did this cup get outside my front door? i mean this raised some serious philosophical questions. who brought it there? did i will it there? was it chocolate, strawberry or vanilla? were there cheeseburgers or deluxes involved? what about their extra tasty double the fat tartar sauce? could they see their order through the grease stain in the bag? and more importantly why can't i find the magical non-existent Dick's, don't i deserve to know after all those years as a faithful customer? hell, my dad use to work there. i walked to the subway stop confused and missing my mother. i still have no answers. suggestions are welcome.