Good old John

October 14, 2019

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As we were traveling back on Sunday, we stopped at a Wendy’s for lunch. Something was wrong with the staff, as they were slow and surly. It took a loooooong time to get our food, and the lady didn’t ask if we wanted it to go.

No problem.

After a lengthy wait, she finally mumbled my name. I picked up my tray, got some ketchup and offered fries to those around me while they waited.

Then John came up to the counter, looking for his food.

Ummmmm. I looked at the name on my receipt. Ummmmmm.

I touched his arm. “John, we are now best friends. I’m sorry, but I ate some of your fries.”

He took it pretty well, and gave me my ketchup back. He was also pleased when I stopped by his table with my real order and gave him a bunch of fries.

Moral: Don’t go to Wendy’s.

After a long

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2 Responses to “Good old John”

  1. Debbie Said on:

    You’re a good egg. Good thing you weren’t ordering eggs? Now i want fries….. hey, were having burgers and fries tonight! Oh, i can’t wait…. only 10 more hours!

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  2. L:auren's mom Said on:

    I stopped going to Wendy’s when the staff was slip-sliding on the french fries on the floor.

    Reply

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