RIP Herb Peterson

There once was this rat named Herb Peterson. He liked diet soda and eating eggs. Only eggs are important in this rat’s life
story because his greatest feat was creating something which every American
child has at some time or another been curious about.

In 1972, Herb was broke. His family was eating twigs just to survive. Fortunately he lived in the greatest nation in
the world and knew that there was always hope. His salvation would be the egg. On a cold February morning Herb took his family’s last egg (they had eaten
the chicken the night before) and slapped it on an English muffin (they had
used all of the American wonder bread to lure the Chicken into their
oven). At first he was a little weary of
the concoction, but hunger took over and after one bite he knew he had stumbled
upon genius. Instead of finishing the
sandwich he put it in his pocket wrapped in the previous day’s newspaper and
set out to find someone who would understand his genius. He went to all the great staples of American
dinning: KFC, Taco Bell, Hooters, Pizza Hut. Each of them took a bit of the creation and passed. They said it wasn’t for them. Eventually he was down to one last bite and
he decided to knock on old Ronald McDonald’s door. Of course, the rest is history. We salute you Mr. Egg McMuffin inventor. I hope they fill your coffin up with eggs.