This one will be short and sweet and maybe funny. I started it yesterday (which was a pretty crazy day) and forgot to finish so it will now be very short since I gotta dash out the door.
I was reminded about this story about my dad on Sunday when my husband announced he was going to Wendy’s and asked me and my son if we wanted anything. He said something about buying a “terminator.” I asked if he meant the “baconator” and he said, “Whatever” and then laughed.
That little exchange reminded me of the time in the 70s when we still lived in Virginia when we went to McDonalds and my dad walked up to the counter and ordered a whopper. I’ll never forget the double-take the guy did before he politely told dad that he was in the wrong restaurant but he could offer him something similar with the quarter pounder with cheese.
Slightly embarrassed, dad got the quarter pounder. He really liked the whopper better, though. Still does.