Inside or outside?...Soup or salad?...Cheese or no cheese?...Blondes or Brunettes?
We all have our preferences and I am no different.
I have never had a relationship with a redhead go smoothly and Wendy is not an exception:(
She's never really been good to me, although she's occasionally surprised me with something fun and spicy (like a deep fried spicy chicken sandwich that will set your mouth on fire:)
But in the end, she's always been a bit of a disappointment...for a lot of reasons.
Wendy whispers sweet nothings in my ear...things like "always fresh, never frozen" and "made when you order it", yet the burgers are always dripping with moisture and grease...clearly partially cooked and then waiting in a bin next to the grill:(
Wendy always asks me "how do you want it?"...so coquettish...so provocative...so beguiling!
And yes... I do tell her how I want it...and she nearly always gets it wrong...clumsily...inconsiderately...often incoherently and unpleasantly wrong:(
I tell her she needs to make it right...and she makes an attempt to satisfy...but I can tell her heart isn't in it:(
I vow that I will not darken her door again, but then I find myself in a tight spot where Wendy is the only one that has what I need...right there...right then...and I succumb.
That was the situation last week...busy, busy, so very busy, last week!
Hard workout...needed a retoxing...almost late for a meeting...empty drive through lane at Wendy's...
Well, you can guess the rest yourself...no need for me to go into the sordid details...except to say that maybe I've gotten a little bit smarter about this crazy redhead...This time, I didn't pull out until I got exactly what I wanted:)
Pull out of the drive through...of the drive through...what did you think I meant?