An answer I may know where we can find it. The fifteen year old girl in the purple shirt that was lurking behind the counter at my most recent excursion to
Wendy's seems to grasp the reason.
It was a cold day, I mean a "where are my testicles?" kind of cold, when I decided I would trudge through the snow storm to get myself some greasy eats. I had it all planned out, I was going to get a five...
