infuriatedcut because i have a potty mouth...i stopped at wendy's on horner blvd (US 1 in sanford) because i hadn't eaten yet. went through the drive thru, and ordered a #4--big bacon classic (this meets my red meat quota for the month). i was driving back to the house and eating my fries. the fries tasted like the pink stuff that comes out of the dumpster on a humid july day. i thought to myself, i've eaten worse, so i kept eating them. when i got back home, i looked in the fry carton and there was...
A GIANT PIECE OF FUCKING METAL in the fucking fry carton!
it looked like it used to be a part of the fry basket [ed. note: i've NEVER worked fast food. what do you call that thing?] and it happened to break off IN MY GODDAMNED FRIES.
OMFGWTF IS A BIG ASS PIECE OF METAL DOING IN MY FUCKING GODDAMNED FRY CONTAINER?!!BBQ!!eleventy-one!!!1
needless to say, i'm horrified, disgusted, and feeling a little ill. you know what really sucks? i had already eaten all of the damn fries when i saw the metal.
this is what happened when i decided to call and complain... again, cut for profanity...
OMFGWTFBBQ?!?!?!?!?!eleventy-one!!1
PIECE OF SHIT ASS WENDY'S DOESN'T HAVE A FUCKING GODDAMNED 1-800 NUMBER? WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK?!?!?!?!?
please tell me why i had to fucking look up the consumer relations number on the internet.
PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE tell me why the fuck it isn't a 1-800 number.
PRETTY PLEASE tell me why i just used peak airtime to call those cocksuckers to complain about the fact that my fries came with a little extra "oomph".
PRETTY PLEASE WITH SUGAR ON TOP, tell me why the assclown that answered the phone no speaka the goddamned english.
i really really REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY want to know why i had to leave a muthafuckin' VOICE MAIL to complain.
i know there isn't anyone that remotely looks like the marvel comic book character iron man working on fries today.
i'm telling you right now; i'm so gonna be in someone's
customers_suck post tomorrow!and somebody from wendy's better fucking call me back tomorrow or i'm calling every damn day until somebody makes this right.
maybe i just have bad luck... in any case, i'm taking the fry container and the piece of metal down there tomorrow and showing them. i'm taking pictures, too. trust me, i couldn't have faked this--that's just too much work to break a piece of metal off and casually toss it into my fries.