Monday, September 22, 2003

Welcome to Wendy's

During my lunch break I had to go to the car dealership and buy a replacement rear-view mirror for my wife's car. On the way back to the office I stopped at a drive-thru Wendy's to get lunch. I honestly can't believe how fast it was. One second I was placing my order, and the next thing I knew I was driving down the steet, steering with my knee, with my change in one hand, and a soda in the other. I couldn't handle it, and I was a road hazard before I knew it. At the next intersection the light was red, so I was able to pull myself together a bit and get the soda into the console, the change into my pocket, and some fries out of the bag.

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