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Re: Is it a sin to pay $6.66 for something? Yes, yes it is.
I've decided to give it a try. I've ventured into the local Wendy's. It was one of the most horrifying experiences I've had in a long time. 
First, instead of being guided to a table, I had to stand in line like a common Joe the Plumber. The people ahead and behind me made me nervous - they looked like the dreaded 47% which elected that Obama guy.
Finally it was mu turn at the counter. The black woman (I think it was a woman, it's hard to tell with these people) behind the counter said something which I couldn't understand. (I think she was using that degenerate "bonics" dialect which these people speak). I politely asked her to repeat what she said in Proper American. She shouted "HOW CAN I HELP YOU?" I said: "No need to shout, dear, speaking correctly would be enough. As far as helping goes, you could have given me a seat instead making me stand in line for five minutes." She muttered something I didn't understand. "Anyway," I said, "I want to order that asiago chicken sandwich which you advertise so much, with fries." She asked if I wanted something to drink. I said: "Yes, a glass of Henri Jayer Richebourg Grand Cru would be nice." She looked at me with a blank stare in her eyes. "Well," I said, "If you don't have it then what is the best wine you do serve?" She said: "We don't serve wine here, ma'am." I asked: "What kind of a lowly restaurant is this, you cannot even afford a liquor license?" She answered something I couldn't understand again. Then she said that the price for the "combo" (whatever that was) was $ 7.59.
Following your advice, I said I was not happy with that price, and that I couldn't afford it. She looked me in a disgusting lustful way, and she said that if I could afford my mink coat and my jewelry I could certainly spend seven dollars on a meal. I felt humiliated, hurt, and discriminated against. Of course I'm wearing a mink coat - it's winter. How else am I supposed to stay warm? As far as my jewelry goes, it is not just a vain adornment. I wear my 1 inch long 18 kt yellow gold American Flag earrings (with sapphires, diamonds, and rubies) as proof of my undying patriotism. For the same reason, on my right hand middle finger I wear a platinum ring with the same stones and the same design. As far as the 2 carat diamond platinum ring which I wear on my left middle finger, it is all I have left from my dear grandmother - literally, as she was cremated after her death and her ashes were transformed into a diamond. Each time I look at my middle finger it reminds me that I will never see her again, because she lived and died a Catholic, and therefore she will be burning in Hell forever. 
I burst into tears and I left that shady establishement without purchasing that sandwich (which I'm sure doesn't use a real asiago cheese anyway). After returning home, I sent all of the clothing I was wearing to a dry cleaner, and I took a bath. These 47% folks could be contagious.
I am still shaking from this ordeal. I need a session with Dr. Niles now, ASAP!
Originally posted by girlygirl18 (aka Addy the whore)
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First, instead of being guided to a table, I had to stand in line like a common Joe the Plumber. The people ahead and behind me made me nervous - they looked like the dreaded 47% which elected that Obama guy.
Finally it was mu turn at the counter. The black woman (I think it was a woman, it's hard to tell with these people) behind the counter said something which I couldn't understand. (I think she was using that degenerate "bonics" dialect which these people speak). I politely asked her to repeat what she said in Proper American. She shouted "HOW CAN I HELP YOU?" I said: "No need to shout, dear, speaking correctly would be enough. As far as helping goes, you could have given me a seat instead making me stand in line for five minutes." She muttered something I didn't understand. "Anyway," I said, "I want to order that asiago chicken sandwich which you advertise so much, with fries." She asked if I wanted something to drink. I said: "Yes, a glass of Henri Jayer Richebourg Grand Cru would be nice." She looked at me with a blank stare in her eyes. "Well," I said, "If you don't have it then what is the best wine you do serve?" She said: "We don't serve wine here, ma'am." I asked: "What kind of a lowly restaurant is this, you cannot even afford a liquor license?" She answered something I couldn't understand again. Then she said that the price for the "combo" (whatever that was) was $ 7.59.
Following your advice, I said I was not happy with that price, and that I couldn't afford it. She looked me in a disgusting lustful way, and she said that if I could afford my mink coat and my jewelry I could certainly spend seven dollars on a meal. I felt humiliated, hurt, and discriminated against. Of course I'm wearing a mink coat - it's winter. How else am I supposed to stay warm?
As far as my jewelry goes, it is not just a vain adornment. I wear my 1 inch long 18 kt yellow gold American Flag earrings (with sapphires, diamonds, and rubies) as proof of my undying patriotism. For the same reason, on my right hand middle finger I wear a platinum ring with the same stones and the same design. As far as the 2 carat diamond platinum ring which I wear on my left middle finger, it is all I have left from my dear grandmother - literally, as she was cremated after her death and her ashes were transformed into a diamond. Each time I look at my middle finger it reminds me that I will never see her again, because she lived and died a Catholic, and therefore she will be burning in Hell forever. I burst into tears and I left that shady establishement without purchasing that sandwich (which I'm sure doesn't use a real asiago cheese anyway). After returning home, I sent all of the clothing I was wearing to a dry cleaner, and I took a bath. These 47% folks could be contagious.
I am still shaking from this ordeal. I need a session with Dr. Niles now, ASAP!
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