One way to get fired from Wendy’s
My friend Dan told me an entertaining story the other day at the Old Town bar. He used to work at Wendy’s and hated his job. His friend also hated working there, so the two of them teamed up and started messing with drive-through customers. Instead of saying, “Hello, welcome to Wendy’s,” they would sing the beat of the Vanilla Ice classic, “Ice Ice Baby.” Every time the customer would say something, they would sing the beat one more time. The manager quickly found out and he was fired after two weeks.
Published on October 20, 2005 11:37 PM PDT (3 years ago).
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(3 years ago)
I never thought the following true story would ever be relevant as a comment on any weblog post, ever, but it actually is. A true story:
My buddy Brad worked at Wendy’s for a few weeks during high school, only because we hatched a plan that involved “knowing” somebody inside the operation and we needed him in. Around 7pm on a regular mid-week day, myself, and all my friends, starting pouring into that Wendy’s that Brad was working at but without acknowledging we knew the other people. There were about 8 guys who walked in one after another (me included) and who went up to the counter and ordered small combo meals, and then one after another Brad would give us 5-6 sandwiches stacked on our trays for free. We then all took our trays laden down with food, and sat at all different tables around the restaurant and nibbled on food.
This was going to be the night that Brad stopped working at Wendy’s. He put in his two-week notice, and this was his very last shift. The plan hatched from before he started working was now in full-effect, and it was going to be executed tonight.
At 7:30pm on the dot, all my buddies strategically placed around the restaurant simultaneously stood up, unwrapped the free sandwiches we got, and started throwing food EVERYWHERE. It was like the customers were under fire in Nam, food was going everywhere and hitting everybody. It was freakin’ awesome.
Then just as quickly as it began, a few minutes later we all stopped together, grabbed Brad from behind the counter, and we all ran out of the restaurant and hopped in our cars and jetted off. The first food fight-oriented smart mob!