Dear Hot Girl That Works at Wendy's,

Why do you work at Wendy's? You're hot. There are better places for you to work, like for example, Friday's. If it seemed like I was staring, fear not, you did not have food stuck to your face. I was just really surprised to see you, a hot girl, working at Wendy's. It's not that I have anything against disabled people getting jobs, it's just that if I could choose between being waited on by a one armed man with bottlecap glasses and a shirt that just doesn't quite do what's it's supposed to be doing, or you, a hot girl, I would go with you. Even before seeing you, your voice took me off guard over the speaker. It didn't have the deep gruffness of someone who smokes a pack of cigarettes for breakfast, or the off pitch mumbling of a recovering crack addict. When I ordered a frosty, you asked if I wanted vanilla or chocolate. No one had ever asked me this before, I didn't even know Wendy's had vanilla frosties. So thanks to you Hot Girl That Works at Wendy's, I can now enjoy vanilla frosties. I'm sure I'll be seeing you again, eating for $3.18 isn't a bad deal at all. But if you ever want to move up in the world, know that you can reach for the stars and become a hostess at Friday's.

-Nat