Oh, the food was horrific. Heartbreak doesn’t even begin to describe it. I can’t think of a time when I didn’t eat a Wendy’s burger, but that nigh I made it like three bites in and put the sandwich down.
Whew, good thing for that Big League Chew, or you’d have had a hungry night. 😬
I think in ye olde tymes I did not know what chewing tobacco was, so I thought Big League was an especially large pack of gum, like baseball players chewed.
Thanks for the education. I did understand candy cigarettes. I admit I tried them at an impressionable age. I did not inhale. Gosh, the perils out there! Glad you and Wendy are patching it up.
Candy cigs…. there were two types “way back when.” One type was pathetic milk chocolate. Satisfying in one way, namely because of the paper wrapper you couldn’t/shouldn’t remove for fear that it would melt while you played with it. The other type was a chalky candy, very stable if you were role playing somebody from a Molly Ringwald movie. Ask me how I know…
Great story, Robin! I LOVE your tangents, btw. I've broken up with one particular casa de Wendy's recently. They mop the eating area with the same mop as they use in the kitchen. I'm sure you know what that means. The eating area is pretty much one giant grease-skating rink. So is the ladies' room. In fact, I can barely get traction to open the heavy restroom door. Anyhow, glad you and Wendy made up.
As someone who always gets eaten by mosquitos I physically cringed at the camping descriptions, itchy humid non-sleep nights - ughhh BUT thank you, I think I had my first smile & guffaw at 'It's not flattering. It's flattened'🤣 Plus I love tangents and digressions! Dear friend, I love your narrative - there's laughter and heart throughout.
Between a gafaw and an ewwww I sit after reading of your tale. Gross food, and bubblegum bring us all back to childhood, don’t they?
My favorite line is the one about your dog.. a goldfish in a dog suit… perfect. Having grown up with several yellow labs, I know exactly what you mean! And the love of swimming with our dog (who continually ‘rescued’ us brings huge smiles.
I know a lot of goldfish dogs! And yes, the foods and candies and goodies of childhood are an instant transporting method. I love those nostalgic feelings!
I love your storytelling. :)
Glad you enjoyed the journey, Jessica!
That was a funny story, Robin. But the food sounded really gross.
Oh, the food was horrific. Heartbreak doesn’t even begin to describe it. I can’t think of a time when I didn’t eat a Wendy’s burger, but that nigh I made it like three bites in and put the sandwich down.
Whew, good thing for that Big League Chew, or you’d have had a hungry night. 😬
I think in ye olde tymes I did not know what chewing tobacco was, so I thought Big League was an especially large pack of gum, like baseball players chewed.
Thanks for the education. I did understand candy cigarettes. I admit I tried them at an impressionable age. I did not inhale. Gosh, the perils out there! Glad you and Wendy are patching it up.
Candy cigs…. there were two types “way back when.” One type was pathetic milk chocolate. Satisfying in one way, namely because of the paper wrapper you couldn’t/shouldn’t remove for fear that it would melt while you played with it. The other type was a chalky candy, very stable if you were role playing somebody from a Molly Ringwald movie. Ask me how I know…
We had the chalky white ones. Agreed: role-play was essential. 🙄
Great story, Robin! I LOVE your tangents, btw. I've broken up with one particular casa de Wendy's recently. They mop the eating area with the same mop as they use in the kitchen. I'm sure you know what that means. The eating area is pretty much one giant grease-skating rink. So is the ladies' room. In fact, I can barely get traction to open the heavy restroom door. Anyhow, glad you and Wendy made up.
Oh no! The grease mop?? My first “real” job was at a Burger King, so I know all too well about the grease rink those floors become. Ick.
As someone who always gets eaten by mosquitos I physically cringed at the camping descriptions, itchy humid non-sleep nights - ughhh BUT thank you, I think I had my first smile & guffaw at 'It's not flattering. It's flattened'🤣 Plus I love tangents and digressions! Dear friend, I love your narrative - there's laughter and heart throughout.
I hoped I’d give you a chuckle. We all need a break sometimes, even if that means skipping the mosquitoes!
Between a gafaw and an ewwww I sit after reading of your tale. Gross food, and bubblegum bring us all back to childhood, don’t they?
My favorite line is the one about your dog.. a goldfish in a dog suit… perfect. Having grown up with several yellow labs, I know exactly what you mean! And the love of swimming with our dog (who continually ‘rescued’ us brings huge smiles.
I know a lot of goldfish dogs! And yes, the foods and candies and goodies of childhood are an instant transporting method. I love those nostalgic feelings!
Bless that photo of the gum. I had 5th grade flashbacks. ;-)
The original flavor tastes like the 80s.
This is a flavor note! :)