i’d like to think of myself as a calm cool collected kinda guy.  i don’t let things really ruffle my feathers too much.  i also NEVER complain at restaurants about bad service or food.. probably when i really should.  but LAST NIGHT i hit my tipping point.

i was driving home after an amazing weekend in philly with lauren.  i’d gotten about an hour outside the city and realized i needed to stop for gas.  while i was stopping, i decided to get some dinner as well.  i had been craving taco bell, so i noted on the exit sign that there was a taco bell and got really stoked.

as it turns out, it was one of those exits where you have to drive like 3 miles to get to anything… one of my biggest pet peeves.  your quick highway pit stop turns into some crazy adventure in the middle of nowhere.  this was the beginning of my aggravation.

after driving for several miles and keeping my eyes peeled for a taco bell, i finally had to turn around thinking i’d passed the damn thing.  upon my return trip, i discovered a pile of concrete and dirt that said “TACO BELL - COMING SOON!”

FUCK!

so, i called an audible and went to wendy’s.  it wasn’t my first choice, but i am always down for a spicy chicken.  upon arrival, i was confronted by 8-10 gaggling teenagers being REALLY annoying in front of me in line.  the stage was set.  i was getting pissed off.

i got my meal only to discover that my spicy chicken sandwich was delightfully room temperature.  it was hands down the worst spicy chicken sandwich i’d ever had at wendy’s.  it was a total let-down.  as if to add to my sorrows, a wendy’s employee immediately behind me fired up the vacuum cleaner and started vacuuming RIGHT BEHIND MY CHAIR.

look, i’m all about you getting your restaurant clean.. but i’m the ONLY CUSTOMER eating in the dining room… and i’m obviously not going to chill here all night.  could you wait the 5 minutes it will take for me to wolf down my sandwich and fries before you turn on the loud obnoxious vacuum cleaner right behind me?  FUCK!

at this point, i was like.. okay.. this blows.  i’m outta here.

but first, i had to make a stop at the bathroom.  at this point, i should have known.  i should have made a special stop somewhere else, since NOTHING was going right in this stupid godforsaken wendy’s.

i walk in, lock the door, and sit down.  not 2 minutes later, a stupid fucking wendy’s employee barges into the bathroom on me.  SURPRISE!  THE LOCK DOESN’T WORK ON THE BATHROOM DOORS!

so, on top of aggravation and shitty food, you can add total embarrassment to my range of emotions.

as i’m scrambling to get the hell out of the bathroom, because the door is broken and there’s no way for me to prevent OTHER people from walking in on me, i get TOILET PAPER stuck to my shoe.  in a blind rage, i kick a wall and mutter a series of swear words and stumble out into the night, never to set foot in that wendy’s again.

never in my life have i been prone to calling a customer complaint hotline, but within five minutes i was on the phone with wendy’s, telling them my story of rage.

after many apologies and promises of fixing things, i hung up the phone feeling vindicated.  now i await the bounty of wendy’s coupons that they are hopefully mailing to me as we speak.

so, let this be a warning.  if you are in wilmington, delaware .. DO NOT GO TO WENDY’S.  keep driving!