Classic car shows are fun. And they are everywhere. We used
to have one in town at our local Wendy’s. It was a nice effort but the classic cars really took up most the
parking spots and there were only a few spots left for us regular folks. Couples
would drive by the place and have conversations like this: “Hey Ted, there’s Wendy’s. Let’s stop by for one of those juicy burgers and some sea salt fries!”
“I don’t think we can Madge. There’s a classic car show there, and our car’s a
little old. They might assume that we think our car is “classic” and we’re
trying to be part of the show.” Awkward, I know…
That reminds me of when I used to volunteer to sing with a
group at a nursing home. We would stick around afterwards and talk with the
residents, which was a nice touch. But you never wanted to be the last guest to
leave, ‘cause they might try to put you in a room.
If a singles group met at a Wendy’s would it be known as a
Wendy’s Single Group?
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