Wendy’s Bitches

Wesley Asshattery, Fast Food, Wendys, Wes is Being Mean 1:13 AM You all know how much of a fast-food whore I am, right? I love fast food. It’s fast… and it’s food. And it comes at a good price. But my experience at Wendy’s tonight… well, let’s just say it pushed me right OVER THE EDGE.

“Hi. Can I take your order?”

“Yes. I’d like a…”

“Hi. Can I take your order?”

“Hi. Yes, hello?”

“Hello?”

“Hi.”

“Go ahead…”

“Yes, I’d like a BBQ Double Bacon Jr, but…”

“Fries… and what to drink?”

“Uhm… well, just the burger, but no chee…”

“OK. What else?”

“No. I’m sorry… I’d like just the hamburger, no fries.”

“OK. What else?”

“And on that burger can I get no cheese?”

“OK. What else?”

“If I could also get a 5-piece chicken nugg…”

“OK. Anything else?”

“Can I get those with honey mustard?”

“OK.”

“Also, I’d like a crispy chicken sandwi…”

“OK, with fries and what to drink?”

“No. Just the sandwich. No drink or fri…”

“OK. What else?”

**clinching fists**

“A value size diet coke.”

“OK. And what to drink?”

“A diet coke.”

“OK. Anything else?”

**Rolling eyes** “I think that’ll do it.”

“I’ll have your total at the second window.”

**Receive correct drink from rude manager who’s screaming at other employees to get to work, drop fries, cook hamburgers. Hand card to manager who’s ignoring requests for ketchup with meal delivery, while she’s yelling at Esmeralda to get behind the register to help a hungry customer in the “dining room”.**

** Receive card back from manager with a “thank you” directed to employee handing her bag.**

“Thank you.”

**Open bag… contents within :: french fries (scattered across the bottom of bag), hamburger, chicken nuggets (scattered across the bottom of bag), BBQ sauce, one napkin, no ketchup, and three straws.**

HEY, MANAGER…if you’re going to be a TOTAL bitch when I’m ordering my food, at least make yourself a TOTAL BITCH who can get an order right… that way you don’t look like a TOTAL FUCKING IDIOT at the same time.