Wendy's, I WANT to give you my money.

[Tracy Lord]

Why won't you let me?

It's 11:30 at night, and I'm struck with some serious french fry cravings. So I look in the phone book and start telephoning all of the fast food restaurants within walking distance of the dorm, as I have no car. All closed, except for one: the fellow at the other end of the line at Wendy's tells me that they're "open until midnight."

Great! I put on my sweatshirt, pick up my purse, and walk over there. Except that the "dining room" is locked up at ten, and the drive-through is what's open 'til midnight. So I walk up, rap on the window, and have a very polite young man tell me that he can't serve me unless I'm in a vehicle.

WTF, Wendy's? I want to purchase something! You have goods and services! I have money! Let's make this capitalism thing work, baby, just you and me! We'll rock the economy's world! Except that oh, wait, we didn't, because you wouldn't take my money.

Also, for the record, drive-through does NOT count as "open 'til midnight." You're two blocks from a college dorm, dude. Who else is going to be calling you at 11:30 on a Sunday night?

And I still want some fries.