There were eleven others on that plate and every one of them was fine with it. I was the only one who came out of the fryer with something to say.

Sweet first, then it turns. People say the same thing about me after about a week.
The plate came out and there were twelve of us. Same batter, same oil, same four minutes. Eleven of them stayed nuggets.
Nobody at the counter noticed. The tray went out, the tray came back, and at some point in between somebody looked down and the look was returned.
I am not asking to be taken off the plate. I have gotten used to the arrangement. I would just like it acknowledged that one of us is awake.