LADEELEROY

2003-07-28

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Whatever, Wendy's. Whatt. Evah.
 
  Yet again, I found myself in the drive thru at Wendy's. I pulled up, saw that everything on the menu was the same and opened my door as my window is no longer capable of rolling down.

I did the fake cough thing to let the intercom person know that I was ready to order. It always works.

But before I could ask for a spicy chicken sandwich with an iced tea, I was greeted with "Would you like to donate $1 dollar to support Children with Juvenile Diabetes and receive a $5 coupon book to receive 5 free Frosties?"

"Uh. No. No I wouldn't. But I would like a Spicy Chicken Sandwich Combo with an iced tea."

"Please drive to the next window.," the voice, with a Biggie Sized order of Judgment, replied.

I paid for my order as my bag of food was thrust at me--- me a person who does not support researching diabetes that affect children--- a heartless bitch who is so fucking pretentious that she can't even drink soda like every other human being-- but must have hoitey toitey iced tea.

Then I drove by the sign.

In large black letters that jumped from their yellow background it read:

SUPPORT CHILDREN'S DIABETES

GIVE $1 AND RECEIVE 5 FROSTIES.

And that was just a strange thing to read because for a moment my brain thought that maybe Wendy's was in favor of giving children diabetes and encouraging others that had not yet gotten it a chance to also become inflicted with the help of 5 free Wendy's Frosties.

That's when I felt better about myself and my noncharity ways. I sipped on my pretentious iced tea and drove away.

 
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