wendy's taters :)

so, i usually avoid wendy's at all cost for several reasons. the biggest reason is that my dad was accused of bringing in his own onions once when i was a teenager.

listen to this: my dad orders a burger without onions...dad gets a burger with onions...he takes the burger back up to the counter and explains that he ordered the burger without onions and displayed the correctly ordered ticket...guy behind counter 'remakes' burger...burger still has onions...dad takes the burger back to the counter explaining that he didn't want onions on the burger and asked for a manager (this was the third time he had to order the same burger)...the guy behind the counter told the manager that he had just remade the burger with no onions, dad must have put the onions on the burger himself...what???

after this incident, i decided that i didn't want people that confused preparing my food.

but, we were on the way home from the park last night and stopped at a gas station to pick up some water. as soon as we stepped out of the car, we could smell the awesomeness that was coming from the wendy's attached to the gas station. i'm like 'you wanna eat here'...he's like 'maybe a small burger'...i'm like 'ok'.

i don't engage in the consumption of animals that share my air...but paul does. there is no fish sandwich at wendy's...another reason there is no reason for me to go to wendy's. cause if i'm gonna get fries, i'm going to mcdonalds. but anyhoo...

paul has no inkling of my vegetarianism...and it never bothers me when he eats meat...with the exception of lamb, apparently. he gets his burger.

soooo, i ordered a sour cream and chives potato. i started laughing at myself and gathered that attention of the lady behind the counter and paul. i explained that it's funny because i just bough potatoes from the grocery store but had forgotten sour cream...so i order it as an entree instead of stopping by the grocery store and getting sour cream and going home and baking my own potatoes.

long story short...the lady behind the counter not only was able to understand the story, but empathize with it...very impressive. she gave us extra sour cream in the bag because of my little story :)