Pickles & Dimes

An Open Letter To The Woman In Front Of Me Today At Wendy’s

Hey Lady,

When you go to an eating establishment during the lunch hour and proceed to order food for 27 of your coworkers, and then pay with a credit card, don’t be incredulous when the cashier does not have a pen handy. The correct thing to do is *not* hound the poor 16-year-old guy for 5 minutes before scrounging around in your suitcase-sized purse. And, just so you know, I didn’t hand you a pen to be *nice.* I did it so you would get the hell out of my way so I could order my food.

P.S. I hope your order was all mixed up.

P.P.S. I have pms.

Insincerely,
Me