Dear Wendy's

Dear Wendy's in Bourbonnais,

We know you weren't expecting to be the haven to two frustrated and weary travelers, and believe me, I see your workers giving Louise and me some weird looks. I get it. We've been sitting here for a while, sometimes talking angrily on the phone, and all we've had are Frostys and some soda.

Here's the thing. We're probably gonna be here for a bit, so we'll get to eating dinner while we wait.

See this? This is Desi. As in Desi Arnaz, the cranky half of the dynamic duo.





Desi was SUPPOSED to be our ride along Route 66. He and us, we were going to be a team along the iconic Southwest.

But, Desi...Desi has some problems. We noticed them as we were driving to Indiana to see some cousins. He was just...NOISY. Waaaay more noisy than a car of his distinction should be. I mean yes, he's Desi, but even the original Desi Arnaz was quieter than this one.

After an amazing visit with the family, including this lady right here:





we headed back to Illinois, to visit Louise's hometown and then eventually pick up Route 66.

But, Desi. Oh, Desi. He just started screaming his angst at the whole concept of a road trip, so to appease him, we detoured from our route and found the nearest Toyota Dealer.

It's the David Bruce Toyota dealership down the street from you, Wendy's, in Kankakee. Thelma, of course, got the giggles because David Bruce is the name of a former student of hers, who most definitely does not own a Toyota dealership about an hour south of Chicago. Anyway, the mechanic-person took Desi out for a test drive with Louise, and he determined that all of Desi's moanings and groanings were most definitely not healthy, and that good old D should never have been rented out to Louise and me in the first place.

This, dear Wendy's is where you come in. We stopped in to use your bathroom and enjoy some refreshments while Louise worked out the issues with the rental place. Sounds easy enough, but the rental company (which we won't name, but it has something to do with this symbol: "$") seems to be filled with simple-minded folks who are incapable of understanding the concept of "customer service." Therefore, you, and your benevolent workers, had to listen to poor Louise explain our situation over and over and over again, talking to multiple "Customer Service" Representatives, until someone FINALLY figured out that 1) Louise was getting MAD, and they must've instinctively understood that this is a woman you don't make MAD, and 2) That this was the company's fault, and therefore they needed to make it right.

So, they're making it right. It's just gonna be a while. They're towing Lucille Ball down from the airport for us, and they're going to meet us here.

Therefore, we hope you can put up with our presence a little longer. We promise to get some fries...and dinner...and possibly another Frosty in just a bit.

Thanks for being our haven, even if you were an unwitting one,

Thelma