Ooo! Ooo! Pick me! Pick me!

So the other day I was at the drivethru at Wendy's, ordering my favorite Wendy's combo, a chili and frosty. (No, I haven't won the "prize" yet... the piece of finger). At the pickup window, there was one guy putting the orders together and handing them to a guy in the window, who was handing them to the customers. These two guys, right in front of me, were arguing about what I ordered for a drink! The guy in the window was insisting it was a lemonade. The other guy saying, no, a small frosty. So I raised my hand, thinking maybe they'd ask me to settle the debate, but no, they never even looked at me. You'd think I'd know the answer, wouldn't you? So then they closed the window, got it sorted out (it does say right on the computer screen what I ordered), and the guy in the window opened the window again and handed me the bag. So I said (not sure at this point which drink they were giving me), "Yes, I did order the frosty", thinking he might like some reassurance of what the correct order was. But no, he just looked at me like "who are you to tell me what belongs in this bag". So I just checked the contents of the bag, said "thank you", and went on my way, not too insulted but quite amused.

That's all :)

Coming soon: I've been tagged by Benny K to do a meme. I don't know exactly what a meme is, but from what I hear knowing what one is isn't necessarily a prerequisite for doing one (I also started blogging before I knew what blogging was). So... stay tuned.