Following up on a post from last week, and my adventures at the zoo, I had to followup with our experience at Wendy’s on Saturday. We were running late to an art show (yes, I gave in and went, not my cup of tea normally), so we decided to grab something quick at Wendy’s. We made the conscious but later somewhat regretful choice of going inside to order and eat, instead of drive-thru. Unfortunately there was one older lady handling the counter, taking and filling an order one excrutiating order at a time. She moved so slow I think she had foot and/or back problems from standing back there all day or something.

But that was not the big deal, I can handle delays. First, these two ‘locals’ were ahead of us, the one cool-looking Marlboro-man look-alike (let’s call him MM for short), with the splash-resistant shades that covered his whole face. He stood way back from the counter, telling his friend to order for him. MM had obviously gotten annoyed with the wait. So his friend orders, gets MM a Frosty. As the lady is going to fill the Frosty cup, he yells ‘Give me vanilla.’. She looks at him (amazed) and says ‘we only have chocolate’, as if who in the world doesn’t know this. He snaps back, ‘I don’t want it then! Give me a Dr. Pepper instead!’. Which pry cost more, but the poor lady had already rung up the order, and decided to just give him a soda. I waited with anticipation of him making the same request, for Vanilla Dr. Pepper, but I could only hope as he didn’t

Next, between us and the ‘locals’ in line were a couple young kids, teenagers. They seemed nice enough in ordering initially. Took their food and went to sit down. So we get up there and order, start waiting for our food to come, and I notice one of the youngsters hovering behind me, like he needed a refill, etc. Turns out he had a couple of his sandwiches in his hand. I slide aside, let him finish his business, he grunts at the lady, ‘I ordered Jr. Bacon Cheeseburgers, these are Jr. Cheeseburgers’. The lady thinks for a second, thinks ‘no, can’t be again’, and says, ‘well, you could take the bacon off’. Suddenly the kid realizes the err of his ways, and decides to lip off, ‘Alright then, f*** it!’, grabs them and goes to sit down. Ha, what a punk! Talking like that to someone else…I would’ve booted him and his friends out. Turns out though, as we were sitting down, I noticed he was there with his parents. I wanted so badly to say something…ass!

Finally, I realized a trend as I writing this, that on Sunday we went to fill-up on food at Byerly’s, as it’s so awesome being able to drive-up and have your groceries loaded for you. Well, of course Byerly’s seems to hire mainly young kids (high-schoolers) and senior citizens, at least a strong majority from my experience. I only mention this as usually the young whippersnappers are the ones outside loading the bags into your car. Well, apparently it was ‘shift change’ outside, as a few other baggers and produce guys were out talking to the loaders. Couldn’t believe the language! Let’s say I heard the extremely derogatory word for a gay person (usually male) quite a few times as one of them repeated a phone conversation with his lady-friend.

Now I’m not a prude, I had a bad mouth as a kid as well, but that particular word was not really used that often, let alone in inter-gender conversations….I swear I wonder where this world will be in 20 years or so as these punks take the reins; some of the stuff I hear come out of their mouths (constantly)….

Well, hopefully they won’t be reading this blog then, as they may be my boss at some point…hee, hee, just joking Boss!! <wave><wave>