I walked into Wendy's mind set on what I came for: a double cheese burger. I was as serious as I had ever been, I mint business.
My heels clicked a steadily on the tile floor, as I made my way to the cash register, and the condescending looking teenager standing behind it.
"may I take your order?" he asked, in an emotionless voice. His red polo shirt and goofy head set looked out of place on his slender pail body, he had enormous green eyes, and 2 green lines trailing from his eye down to his jaw line.
"one double cheese burger!" I replied.
"would you like fries with that?"
I froze, as intense sounding opera music started to play in my head, for some reason hadn't calculated this possibility into my plans!
I thought about it long and hard, I'm on a diet, I really should get a salad, but I don't like salad! A baked potato would be nice, but I have to drive home, and I'm not going to wait until I get home to eat, so that rules out chilly too!
I could tell the casher was getting impatient, because he asked me several more times, each time a little louder than the last. He took a deep breath and asked me in Spanish.
Finally I turned back to him, tears welling in my eyes, as I came to my finale verdict: "yes…" I managed to choke out.
I thought it was over I could finally leave, then he dropped another bomb shell on me "what would you like to drink?"
I sank to my knees and proclaimed to the heavens: "why do you hate me!?!?"