Lunch today is Wendy's chili and a baked potato. Prolly three meals in that combo, but it doesn't involve puking, and that's a real plus.

But for some reason, Wendy's doesn't always see fit to put native-English speaking people on the intercom.

DT: "Welcome to Wendys would you like to try a Baconator Supreme?"

Me: "No, thanks, I'd like a small chili and a baked potato."

DT: "Hassle monkey garbage nuts cheese pillow chili?"

Me: "Uh, no thanks."

DT: "Willoughby anything else?"

Me: "Yeah, a side of mandarin oranges."

DT: "Quaffle bugbear radical infanticide?"

Me: "I'm sorry, could you say that again?"

DT: "Cup sponge nancy craft flow poodle sponge nuts?"

Me: "... One more time please?"

DT: "Chunky guts northern potassium flake nostril kumquat splay?"

Me: "Mandarin oranges."

DT: "Ladder be five sporky noon. Please wine your head."