Wendy’s Fine Dining
Alright. I can’t believe that I am even going to write about this. My husband will be so embarrassed, but I have to get it off my chest and make a public apology. We all do things that we aren’t proud of right? Well, earlier today, I was in a huge hurry. I had all three of my kids and we were heading over to a church friend’s house to do some cleaning…she had her third daughter yesterday and when I talked to her this morning she related how sorry she was that she had the baby earlier than expected…her house was a wreck…so I went into charity mode and decided to go and clean her house, buy her a fruit bowl and some balloons and a good smelly candle. I also put a gift together for her including a gift certificate for diapers.
Well, in the middle of all of this, before heading over to her house to tidy up the place, I realized that I needed to feed my kids. We went to one of my favorite “Get America Fat” joints: Wendy’s. O.k., so here comes the really bad deed…I went through the drive-thru and saw that there were two brand new quarters on the street outside the pick-up window. They looked like state quarters and so, I was so excited. I squeezed out of my car and picked them up….when I got back in my minivan and closed the door, the cashier was sitting there with her hand held out. She said,”Those are ours.” I was distraught…I had just gone through all that effort for 50 cents, and now SHE unjustifiably THINKS that they are hers.
I didn’t know what to do and then I made one of those really stupid split second decisions. One that I will regret for a while….I dropped those darn quarters and told her that if they were hers, I would let her pick them up……….HOW RUDE, am I? I can’t believe that I did that. I am making a public apology here. I felt bad the instant I acted like a total jerk. I was just on the defense because I felt like I was the rightful owner of those two quarters. I really felt bad too because I hadn’t been given my food yet, and who knows what she would do to it now?
I still feel bad, but I did manage to get to my friend’s house…I cleaned for at least three hours. I am smiling knowing that she will come home from the hospital to a VERY clean place. Probably cleaner than she is even used to. I tend to be obsessive compulsive when it comes to cleaning….I even scraped the moldy caulk off their shower. I really hope that in God’s book the three hours that I spent cleaning selflessly will make up for that really rude decision of dropping those quarters…..you can’t even buy anything for 50 cents at Wendy’s anyway and apparently it has to be your own 50 cents.