Question of the Day: When is a hamburger really a cheeseburger? Answer: Anytime you order one at Wendy’s.
Yesterday I left work early, about noontime, and went to the drive-thru at Wendy’s in Bowling Green. It’s rare that I use the drive-thru, but I was in a hurry and just wanted a sandwich and some fries. I pulled up to the kiosk and told the girl I wanted “a single with catsup and an order of fries.” It sounded like a simple order to me. Not so, my friend!
I hurried home and set my bag of lunch on the kitchen table. I pulled the container of french fries out of the bag, then I pulled the foil-wrapped burger from the sack, and placed it on the table. When I opened the wrapping on the burger I found the bun, some meat, the catsup, and to my horror, two slices of cheese melted onto the whole thing! One on the top and one on the bottom!
That cheese was melted just enough that I couldn’t get it loose from the bun and the meat. I was angry at Wendy’s… I don’t understand why they think an order for a burger means it’s a cheeseburger. Anyplace else that I order a burger, it’s a burger unless I say I want cheese on it (which I never do). You see, I don’t like cheese. Never have, and never will. Call me odd or call me strange—that’s just the way I am. I’m still angry at Wendy’s. This will make me think twice about going to Wendy’s again anytime in the near future…
Karen had a cheeseburger for lunch that she didn’t expect, and I had fries that didn’t fill me up.
I’m going to e-mail Wendy’s and let them know of my dissatisfaction. I’ll be surprised if I hear from them, but it’s just what I feel like doing.
