I’ve learned that packing lunch really only works if you make it to a grocery store. Despite having a car, grocery shopping has become my most despised chore. The decision to go to shopping involves spending two things: time and money. My record for shortest time is 1.5 hours. My record for least amount of money was in the low $200 range. Grocery shopping is something I have to mentally prepare myself for – and am usually only ready to do once the fridge is empty and I am starving.
Flash forward and I’m at Wendy’s for lunch today. My school’s food court used to have a Wendy’s, so I have been pretty much avoiding the place since graduation. I decided to give it another shot today. The food was as I remembered but this Wendy’s was amazing. I visited the Wendy’s in Downtown Crossing in Boston. The order line divides into two sections, each leading to a single row of cash registers. The catch? The two lines each had their own kitchen! To speed along the process, employees were stationed in the middle of each line to write down your order on a notepad so it could be easily handed to the cashier. I literally received my order (#6 w/o mayo, baked potato, medium Dr. Pepper) before my friend finished paying for his. Fantabulous service. Bravo Downtown Crossing Wendy’s.
Afterward we went over to TJ Maxx so I could find an inexpensive strap to carry my yoga mat (first pilates class tonight). Of course I exit the store without a strap, but instead have purchased (yet another) pair of stretch pants and an inflatable exercise ball. For those of you who know nothing about me, know this – I do not exercise. Would I like to? I’m not sure. My continuous purchases of useless exercise equipment seem to suggest that I would like to be in shape. Maybe I just like to appear as though I care about my health and well being. Perhaps eating a friend chicken sandwich at Wendy’s shows my true colors. Either way, I now have to sneak this inflatable ball into my home. My obsession with never-used-before exercise equipment has gotten so bad that not only do I have a basket designated for these objects, but there is now a stict “no more useless crap” house rule. This time it could be different. Only time will tell.
