Burnt Karma - Ernest Paskowski
Consider the case of Ernest Paskowski of Endon, Indiana, who was a healthy, pink-cheeked, husky young man who may have been Hitler in his last life. He was loved by his neighbors for his story telling and delightful, fun-loving attitude. He bore an eternal smile, and laughed loud and long, sometimes for no apparent reason at all.
He would laugh as he told a story or a joke. He would laugh as he was in the company of close and not so close friends. And he laughed when he was alone in the small house he called home.
Neighbors would often hear the roars of laughter coming from his house as they say quietly watching television in the evenings in their own homes.
Ernest was a happy guy who would often forget how to perform any of the simple tasks he managed to secure as odd jobs because of the uncontrolled tremblings of hysteria. Ernest was more or less - incompetent - but he didn't take it seriously.
But all was more or less well until one day several years ago when Ernest, chuckling his way to work, was confronted by Fat Frank and a large group of friends bearing eyes of fear and looks of hate. They had grown fearful of any man who would laugh so freely.
Ernest was taken to the cellar of a nearby industrial building where his arms and legs were chained and he was left to (in their words) "laugh it off."
The last time he was seen was four years ago on an unscheduled tour for new employees - when - his eyes glazed - he leapt at an innocent young secretary (fresh out of business school) only to snap, abruptly to a halt in mid-air...and crash painfully to his knees...as the chains reminded him of the icy prison he would never leave.
And that's why Ernest Paskowski of Endon, Indiana, gets today's Burnt Karma Burger in the Restaurant of Life Award.