A Trip to Whataburger
So there I was in Mesa, Arizona, yesterday, and I drove past a Whataburger location at lunchtime. I reflected on Fredd’s comments on this blog some time past and thought I’d test something. So I parked and walked in. There was a pimple-faced youth at the counter, waiting for my order.
I said, “Fredd sent me.” He looked perplexed.
I explained, “Fredd sent me and I guess that means that I get a discount. I’d like a #1 combo (burger, medium fries and a diet coke).”
“I can give you a senior citizen discount, sir.”
I saw immediately that he must have had me confused with an old person. “I’m sure you know Fredd, he’s eaten his share of Whataburgers and I’m riding his coattails. I would think that you can give me a larger than senior citizen discount for that reason alone.”
I didn’t get the discount that I was after and I put a buck in the tip jar before I left.
It’s obvious that Fredd’s legend doesn’t extend much beyond Texas.