My enlightened friend, Josh Bradshaw, came across this marquee in Austin, Texas couple of nights ago.
His description, a different Austin Wendy's sign, and my favorite all-time Wendy's-related zinger, after the jump.
Uninteresting news day.
Look, the signs are clearly mistakes from foreign employees unaware of the implications of their word choice, doing marquee postings at 5am before business hours. And really, this speaks volumes to societal ills, tying in the roots of the work force's identity crisis, a desperate, embedded plea for understanding in a cold city.
I'm kidding, shit is hilarious.
Driving down the road Sarah and I noticed something unusual. I was vaguely aware that Wendys was in the process of adding new menu items, but this ambiguous annoucement bothered me for a second. New employees of a less common ethnic persuasion? Does this place now have the services of unlicensed massage parlours?
Do you like Wendy's?
Yeah, I like Wendy's.
Oh, so you like Wendeez nuts fly in your mouth?
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