The other day, me and my boyfriend went to Wendy's for some food. We go through the drive thru. My boyfriend says what I want, but only the number.
Clerk: Plain grilled chicken sandwich, large fry, cherry coke?
BF: Uh..yeah. Then I need (whatever number it is)
C: Crispy chicken sandwich, large fry, coke, no ice?
BF: *face says, holy shit!* Yeah.
C: Alright that'll be <total> please pull forward.
My BF is looking at me like, "how the hell did she do that?" We go to Wendy's a lot, but this girl was new. Never saw her before or ordered from her before. I have found the one psychic clerk in our town. And she's cool as hell!
So to the psychic clerk at Wendy's, you rule.
Clerk: Plain grilled chicken sandwich, large fry, cherry coke?
BF: Uh..yeah. Then I need (whatever number it is)
C: Crispy chicken sandwich, large fry, coke, no ice?
BF: *face says, holy shit!* Yeah.
C: Alright that'll be <total> please pull forward.
My BF is looking at me like, "how the hell did she do that?" We go to Wendy's a lot, but this girl was new. Never saw her before or ordered from her before. I have found the one psychic clerk in our town. And she's cool as hell!
So to the psychic clerk at Wendy's, you rule.
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