Dear Frosty and Fries from Wendy’s,
When a girl gets her license and is finally allowed to drive herself wherever she wants to go, where else should she go (after she takes herself to her orthodontist appointment) but to the Wendy’s drive thru where she can order a Frosty and small fries and eat them on the way home, windows down and radio up, feeling freer, richer and more grown up than she’s ever felt?
Nowhere else, that’s where.
Thanks,
-e.