I had woken up tired from a rough night of sleep and was therefore little-kid cranky; I was grateful for the work travel that got me quickly away from the house and the possibility of accidentally saying something sharp to my beloved. And then I saw it, just five minutes down the road, the Wendy’s sign which read:
MISFORTUNE AWAITS
LUCKY YOU
Well done, Wendy’s sign maker.
Well done.
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