Stranger at Wendys

Oct. 18th, 2005|01:19 pm:

	Welcome to Wendy’s, may I take your order? This guy gave me $1.00 too much back in change because I confused him by giving him 3 pennies after he’d already input my $20.00 bill. I was nice and gave him back the dollar though.
	I wonder if I should make a comment about the DEAD FLY IN THEIR COMMENTS CARD HOLDER!

This is the same Wendy’s that me and Amy pranked a few months ago for the misspelling on their sign. As I was ready to leave, some old lady approached me and started talking to me about how she heard I was moving and how they’d all miss me. Which was nice except I had no idea who the lady was. So I smiled and nodded and agreed a lot. When this happens, as it often does, I’m usually prepared to say, “I’m sorry but I don’t know who you are.” Then I have a small laugh with whoever it is about my terrible memory. But this lady was so happy to see me and sad to see me leaving that I didn’t have the heart to tell her that I have no idea who she is. She knew all about me and that my kids were in Oregon and that I was selling my house and my job and everything. I wonder if it was a relative.

I seem to have below-average face recognition skills. Maybe it’s because my eyesight is so screwed up. Or maybe that’s my pitiful excuse for having a terrible memory. Maybe I just have brain damage. Me and her BSed for 2 or 3 minutes before I finally said I needed to get going. She had a husband with her at her table and I didn’t recognize him either.

Oh yeah…while I was standing in line waiting for my food, the lady next in line suddenly sees somebody she knows at the drive-thru window. And they begin having a very loud conversation with each other, across the counter and the kitchen area. The conversation turns a little sour at the end with the lady next to me yelling at the window person that they need to go home. It was pretty obnoxious.