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Friday, May 06, 2005

Do You go to Wendy's or Jack-in-the-Box?
Nice to see you readers here again. If you have been here before please beware of any future rich's nastiness. No, I promise that all of these recent stories are 100% accurate. I've been in a strange mood. I've recently been entertained by my own time machine that I keep in my basement's secret room. Let's go again.
Once in every eon or so I have decided to get a chicken burger and fries combination at our local Wendy's. Except I'm just one of those strange people that insist on Fries of a temperature that would burn your tongue. Most of our population will be happy with nominally just warm French fries - maybe.
Is this a dumb one? Guaranteed.
After paying the better part of $6 for my meal today, I received what I referred to as "cold fries" and I told the girl that was serving me on the other side of her window. She might have been sixteen.
"Well give 'em back" she said extending her fragile hand to take my fries back. In a few moments she was back, "Here. Try these." she requested nicely. And these fries were delicious and she was gone again with a "No big deal." off hand comment. Oh my God. Was that great service? Do I sound silly?
Well shut my mouth. I had to thank her very much. Even told her to take the rest of the day off. She just laughed. Alright, good Lord! She was gorgeous. Was she instructed to treat customers the way that she probably always did? No. I don't think so. She just behaved the way that she always did probably. Amazing. I probably cost her "business" another eleven cents that day. Will I go back? Oh, damn right even though she won't be there anymore. The amazing part is that when she opens her own place in ten years I'll bet she knows how to please her potential customers. Is she smarter than most? I believe that she is. I can feel her mind.
Sometimes it is wonderful in our world that some things work the way that we might think that things should.
I have another story today. What caused this story's own memory? It's kind of scary isn't it?
Do you remember this place that came out in 1951 - about ten or eleven years behind the McDonald brothers? Neither place was ever my favorite but one day I was in one of these places with a very old friend of mine and I can tell you that I nearly busted my guts laughing so hard. I'll call my friend John. No, we are not old enough to remember 1951 but my friend did play right guard for UCLA football right about then.
John got into one of his classic arguments with a munchkin at one of these Jack-in-the-Boxes a long time ago. What in the world? We're his French fries cold too? You've got to be kidding.
He was driving. We both had crappy cars but - what the hell? We still had to eat occasionally. We had both ordered milkshakes along with everything else. He had stepped on the gas and we were pulling out of the dine-in lane when I grabbed his shake's straw and shouted, "Whoa! Take a glance back."
The Box's employee was holding a sign up in the classic large window of Jack's place. The sign remarkably said, "Hey, I spit in your shake."
There was a tremendous screech of brakes and John had grabbed my shake as well and he was just as suddenly going somewhere. I opened my door to get a little air because I was about to fall out of his car and hit my head on the pavement. What I did mange not to miss was John applying hit chocolate shake to Jack's huge front window. He deposited my Vanilla shake on the puke leaning out of his window to yell at John.
He was yelling at me, "Get back in the car....What does this punk want to come out here and complain at me anymore?
I'm still laughing so uncontrollably while watching the munchkin wiping the cold milkshake off of his face. (Where was my Minolta that I needed in those days?)
John must have looked drunk. He was laughing so hard as well they neither of us could walk very well.
Maybe we're both still uncontrollable. Are you? I have always had some classic friends. Do you?
Have a nice day folks.

2:27:47 PM Feed Me! []