A single, please -- hold the pickles

I want so badly to rant about what's happened to one of my favorite fast food stops: Wendy's. But I'll restrain myself and let someone else take up the rant, especially if anyone shares my love of a Single or a Frosty ...

The woman who found the finger in her chili has dropped her law suit because of emotional stress.

Emotional stress? HERS???? What about the owner of the finger? What about MY stress????

Today I tried (really tried) to return to Wendy's for a favorite sammich: a single, hold the pickle. No, if I wanted cheese I would have ordered a single with cheese. No, I don't want anything else. OK, gimme a small Frosty. But I just couldn't force myself to drive thru .... Just couldn't do it. Not yet, anyway.

So I went to KFC and ordered a #3 ... The guy misunderstood me. "NUMBER THREE!!!!" I yelled into the speaker. He apologized and so did I. I really wanted a Single, dang it. Hold the pickle. And the cheese, please.

If the woman actually planted that finger and/or maimed someone in anticipation of a settlement, she should be punished. I could suggest they chain her to the golden arches and force-feed her specials from every drive-thru within 50 miles. Hourly. With pickles. From 11 am until 1 am for the rest of her life.

But I won't.