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
Debbie says
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!
L:auren's mom says
I stopped going to Wendy’s when the staff was slip-sliding on the french fries on the floor.