Wendy's™

Dear Readers,

My BLOGS lately have been, for the most part, aimed towards my frustrations in regards to certain topics. I was planning on writing about how I feel humpback whales are God's gift to the world, but a recent experience at Brockport's Wendy's™ leaves me with literally a bad taste in my mouth.

I was on a journey headed in the direction of self awareness, when I noticed a strange feeling in my stomach. I started running through scenarios in my head as to why this was happening. I came up with these:
1) I was being eaten alive by a tapeworm
2) I had a bowel movement in my immediate future
3) Jesus chose me to bare the first child born from a man (yes, I have heard of the "man" who gave birth twice. Hoax)
4) My liver was striking back
5) I had developed the rare Helicobacter pylori bacteria. My medical training tells me that blood, breath, and stool tests may be done to help reveal a possible infection of Helicobacter pylori bacteria.
6) I was hungry.

Ok, baby birds, as the fear of these possible reasons for my stomach pain were raining through my head, I decided to try eating something. So, I decided to indulge at Wendy's™ and grab my friend some while I was out. I ordered a #6 and a #3. Now I ask you this: How much do you think this cost? $9.50? $10.50? $11.59? Yeah, I assumed that this would cost my around twelve Washington's. Boy(or girl), I was wrong; the total was "$16.68 please *white noise* around to the wi*white noise*ow". I thought I just heard wrong, so I followed the nice lady's directions and pulled around to the window. She says, "$16.68". After asking if this was right for just two meals, she said, "Um, yeah they were like $8.00 each or something." I looked at her for a second with a blank stare and she says, "So, are you going to pay?!" I instantly got pissed and said, "yes, but I'm going to need a receipt". She hands me the food, receipt, her fake smile, and I leave.

I have tolerance for high prices, but I do not have tolerance for cold food, cold attitudes, or cold toes. I had all of these things and Wendy's ™ was at fault for two out of the three of my irritations. My fries tasted like they were cooked and stored in the Arctic Tundra and my burger was very much sub par.

The next day, I called their customer service center and vented my frustrations about my meal and the kind Customer Service Representative agreed that the price was wrong. Turns out I was charged for 2 extra fries and she collected my phone number. She told me that the store manager would be in touch, but I have yet to hear anything back from their fine eating establishment that can only be compared to the food equivalent of the nearest cow pasture.

Just to clarify, it was hunger that was causing the strange phenomenon in the area of my stomach, but I did not come to that conclusion thanks to Wendy's™.

Good day, Readers.