I go to
Wendy’s more than I go to church, and until the good Lord comes up with a better spicy chicken sandwich, it’s going to stay that way. But I almost lost faith when I heard that a
San Jose woman,
Anna Ayala, discovered a
fingertip in her bowl of Wendy’s chili.
O me of little faith. With millions of shady characters dropping thousands of silly lawsuits, I should have known better than to doubt the sacrament that is enjoying a bowl of Wendy’s chili. Turns out Anna Ayala has a knack for finding, or more like creating, trouble.
The douche bag has about half a dozen lawsuits under her belt. She’s sued her boss for sexual harassment, a used car lot after her wheel “just fell off” her car, and surprise, a Mexican restaurant after, she claims, her daughter got food poisoning (who doesn’t get food poisoning after eating Mexican food).
All finger tips at Wendy’s are attached and accounted for. And after learning about Ayala’s love of lawsuits, the police have now shifted their focus to the skank with bad hair, searching through Ayala’s home for other fingertips. I pray to Wendy’s that they discover a whole body under this woman’s house. To sue is human. But to make me question my faith in Wendy’s chili? Unforgivable!
