Woman Who Said Yes To Waiting 6 Minutes For Grilled Chicken Has Only Herself to Blame

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ould be ready to go by the time I finally arrived at the second window. I’m an early millennial; I should know by now that’s not how the world works.”The woman said she’d just finished running a couple of miles on the treadmill at her local gym: “Well, it was mostly running. I’m not quite done with Couch to 5K yet, but there was definitely running. I’m up to four minutes straight.”“Anyway,” the woman continued as she shifted her car into park and reclined the driver’s seat ever-so-slightly, “I keep hearing that you can’t outrun your diet. Or something like that; the girlfriend who was telling me that then started talking about a marathon she’s running next weekend, and the quick burst of anger in my heart made it hard to hear real good for a minute there. I figured I needed to eat better, but the Panera Bread is on the other side of town, and besides, it closed at 9. So I thought I’d just dash through the drive-thru, eat the sandwich on my

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way home, and then go home and take a shower before I sleep.”As she spoke, a bead of sweat dropped from her forehead to the collar of her “Wicked:The Musical” 2014 national tour T-shirt. She apologized for her appearance and said she hopes to run a 5k “soon,” but isn’t sure when that will be, noting that the only 5k in the area that lines up with her “training schedule” is the “Sun Your Buns/Push Your Tush” race hosted annually by the nudist colony 45 minutes north of town. “That’s not going to happen, so I might have to wait for the Catholic charities run in September. I’m not Catholic, but they’re not gonna check, right?”At press time, the women had just received her sandwich, along with two apple pies as additional compensation for her lost time. She did not refuse the baked goods, instead rolling up her window and declining to answer additional questions regarding the ultimate fate of the pies now in her possession.</article></body>

Woman Who Said Yes To Waiting 6 Minutes For Grilled Chicken Has Only Herself to Blame

Approximately sixteen minutes after ordering a grilled chicken sandwich (just the sandwich please, no fries), a woman in workout clothes who did not want to be named admitted she had no one to blame but herself.

“The guy said, ‘It’ll take six minutes to get the chicken cooked; is that OK?’ and like a fool, I agreed,” the woman said from her sedan parked in a spot for “special orders” in front of the entrance to the downtown McDonald’s. “The line in front of me was pretty long, and I thought my food would be ready to go by the time I finally arrived at the second window. I’m an early millennial; I should know by now that’s not how the world works.”

The woman said she’d just finished running a couple of miles on the treadmill at her local gym: “Well, it was mostly running. I’m not quite done with Couch to 5K yet, but there was definitely running. I’m up to four minutes straight.”

“Anyway,” the woman continued as she shifted her car into park and reclined the driver’s seat ever-so-slightly, “I keep hearing that you can’t outrun your diet. Or something like that; the girlfriend who was telling me that then started talking about a marathon she’s running next weekend, and the quick burst of anger in my heart made it hard to hear real good for a minute there. I figured I needed to eat better, but the Panera Bread is on the other side of town, and besides, it closed at 9. So I thought I’d just dash through the drive-thru, eat the sandwich on my way home, and then go home and take a shower before I sleep.”

As she spoke, a bead of sweat dropped from her forehead to the collar of her “Wicked:The Musical” 2014 national tour T-shirt. She apologized for her appearance and said she hopes to run a 5k “soon,” but isn’t sure when that will be, noting that the only 5k in the area that lines up with her “training schedule” is the “Sun Your Buns/Push Your Tush” race hosted annually by the nudist colony 45 minutes north of town. “That’s not going to happen, so I might have to wait for the Catholic charities run in September. I’m not Catholic, but they’re not gonna check, right?”

At press time, the women had just received her sandwich, along with two apple pies as additional compensation for her lost time. She did not refuse the baked goods, instead rolling up her window and declining to answer additional questions regarding the ultimate fate of the pies now in her possession.