My car went out of warranty back in July so, naturally, now is the time that everything starts to go wrong with it. I swear that those bastard car manufacturers plan it like this, because isn't that the way it always goes? Unfortunately, the nearest Saturn dealership is three hours away, so I get to have a bit of a road trip this morning. I am not looking forward to it.
It's not the drive to Seattle that bothers me, it's the fact that I have to share the road with dumbasses on the way over. Like this complete tool that I had to follow to the liquor store yesterday...
No offense to any Ford Pinto owners out there, but seriously... if you are going to be driving $40,000 automobile, at least act like you know what you are doing. Otherwise, you're just embarrassing yourself, and needlessly irritating everybody else on the road.
And away I go...
A while back I had blogged about my first experience eating a Frosty from Wendy's (documented in excruciating, yet amusing, detail here). I then received two comments and an email telling me that I really haven't experienced a Frosty properly until I've dipped french fries into it. And so, bizarre as it sounds, I decided to give it a try on my way out of Wenatchee this afternoon.
As it turns out, dipping french fries into a Frosty is yummy good once you get over how bizarre it feels to be eating cold-hot-salty-sweet all at the same time. Overall, I recommend it heartily. There is one problem, however. Size differential.
I ordered a medium-sized Frosty and a Biggie Fries... and ended up running out of fries long before my Frosty was gone. That left me with lots of Frosty and no fries to dip in it. Bummer. I suppose next time I could order a "Great Biggie Fries" and see if that's enough to make it through. But then there's another dilemma... what happens when the Frosty is so far down in the cup that you can't reach it with a french fry?
I'm guessing it will take some experimentation to find the proper ratio of Frosty to fries. My gut instinct is that it will end up being Biggie Fries and small-sized Frosty. Don't worry, I'll be sure to keep you posted.
As typical with me, actually getting my Frosty and fries was not as simple as it might sound. When I got to Wendy's, there was a line of four cars to get through the drive-through. I figured it would be faster if I just run inside.
I figured wrong. Time for anonymous letter number two...
I've decided to start a new category for anonymous letters to people who have pissed me off. I figure it is the only way I can release my pent-up anger without having to kill the dumbasses.
Another lunch-time highlight... I sat at a two-seat table and put my backpack on the second chair. A couple of guys leaving the restaurant pretended they were grabbing my pack, which went something like this:
IDIOT #1: What if somebody stole your bag?!
ME: I'd stab them in the neck with my fork and then bash their head in with the back of my chair.
IDIOT #2: Chill, dude! He's just kidding.
ME: I wasn't.
Yep, I'm evil through and through!
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