Wendy's To Go

Fridays are potato day at work. For $1.50 you get a potato and load it up with as much cheese, bacon, and butter as your arteries allow.
Most Fridays we go out to lunch because although the toppings are tempting, the potato looks more like last week's leftovers.
I like to try new things, but having worked in the same building for five years makes this rather difficult. Wendy's is an option, I want Taco Hell but we opt for Wendy's. Sonia has been begging for Wendy's since the last time, when I almost hit a parked truck. We flew out of the drive thru towards a truck backing up, I totally missed my aim and well, depth perception in my little roach of a car is easier said than done. We didn't hit it, but we sure as hell made a memory.
I have a driving reputation to uphold.
We drive to Wendy's and look over the menu, debating as we wait. I refuse to pay $6 for a salad that fits in the palm of my hand. It's full of lettuce, which to me is more like air crisps. Outback salads are a monstrosity and I still manage to bitch about their $11 price tag. We get up to the drive thru and I begin to order.
"Yes, can I get a uh, number two with no pickles, no mustard, no mayonnaise, no onions, fries and a coke." I look over to her, "Are you sure you want the fuckin pattie, the buns, and the lettuce, because they would give you the sandwich wrapper and we could play pretend?"
Sonia is picky and I am sarcastic, it works.
"That'll be $7.05."
Sonia's eyes are bulging, "The prices went up. Seven dollars?"
"Inflation! I told you we should do pizza."
"What do you think." I hesitate, obviously Wendy's is no longer as glamorous an establishment as she thought.
"Can we cancel that order?"
The voice from the speaker surprisingly audible, "Is there something wrong?"
"Yes, I left my purse, and I wanna cancel, can I cancel?"
I hear nothing and begin to drive away.
Turning towards the pick up window, a balding man with beads of sweat on the top of his head is waving me down, I am a good ten feet away.
"Lady, take the food and bring the money later."
"I have half an hour and I can't come back." He waves me off like a smelly fart.
I drive off and look at Sonia, "He does not know who I am, I wouldn't have ever come back, hell I ain't coming back anyways. How can I show my face after ordering a pattie and the bun, being super picky and leaving the perfectly bland sandwich, you know they throw that shit out."
"It's too expensive." She repeats.
"I know, you do realize we could've gotten free food."
We haul ass to the pizza place, she is on the porno phone calling and looking up to place the order, there is no way we will get back to work on time, not without the Back to the Future car and Doc leading the way.
As I pull into the parking lot of the pizzeria she gets the phone number from google, I look over to the door with the phone number listed, a private dick she is not.
We call in the pizza, go in and wait. Take the pizza pie to work and divide the pizza in half, my half is all of four slices that I strategically place tetris style one on top of the other. Since pizza is the crowd favorite at work and I was not planning it, I felt guilty and hid the plate in my overhead bin, so that no one would drool, making me have to offer a slice. I ate my four slices and Sonia came over with one, it was full of that red crushed pepper and I took a wet napkin to clean it off. After a half hour the carb overload was setting in and I was falling asleep at my desk. Soda is good now, I snatched a soda from Nikke, since I was in dire need of caffeine this was an emergency and she just had no choice.
As we left the office I watched Sonia walking away, and it hit me. She unconsciously made me want Wendy's. She had her red hair in ponytails, towards the back of her head, was wearing jean shorts and a red shirt. She was Wendy, no wonder she is obsessed with that place, she plays dress up every Friday, thinking I would never catch on. I now know her secret.