Yesterday I stopped, as I usually do, at the Wendy’s in Augusta, near campus. Class gets out at 6:45, and it makes more sense to have dinner BEFORE the drive back to Bangor, rather than ravenously devouring a Pop Tart or something ridiculous just past 8pm. I always go in, because the staff generally isn’t used to someone wanting a Completely Plain Double Stack Yes That’s Right No Cheese.
So, anyway, I’m in there waiting for my food, and the slightly chunky young man who was operating the fryer was chatting to everyone. The restaurant was pretty dead, seeing as Augusta shuts down at roughly 4:45. He says, “You guys. My doctor was SO mean to me. He goes, ‘You’re fat. You need your cholesterol checked.’ Just like that! How rude is that?!” So, I smirk and say, “Did you have it checked?”
“No…but he wants me to.”
I said, “Go ahead, do it. Doctors do the same to me, but mine is normal, even low. It shocks them! If yours is in the normal range, he’ll be wrong and you can rub it in his face!”
He flashes this bring grin at me, and EVERYONE up front starts laughing appreciatively. “Yeah, I think I’ll do that,” he replied.
I left in a pretty good mood.