Every Friday, Jenn and I pick up dinner at Wendy's in Orleans after our commute home to Truro. They have a 60-70% chance of screwing it up. Forget a burger or a chili or a drink. Last night , I made my order drove to the window handed the girl my d-card. Took her 15 minutes to make it work (fast food, hah!). And started handing receipts and food faster than I could catch them. Told her that if I were to find my self wearing my dinner, I'd be right inside, through the window. She slowed down. We pulled up, Jenn did inventory, and said we had an extra chicken sandwich. Cool, we're starting a rally on the score, they're still way ahead tho. We get home and the chicken wrapped sandwich turned oout to be a double cheese burger in the wrong wrapper. Not complaining but why waste a perfectly good fake out?
