All because of a Crispy Chicken Sandwich

Let me preface this blog post by admitting that I am a horrible blogger. I hope to do better next time. ;) With that said after you read this post I'm sure you will wish that I never started a blog in the first place. This could possibly be the most random thing I will ever write about in my adult life. So here goes...

I just had an experience that I may never forget. Not only was it kind of awesome, but it was enough to get me to update my blog. So you're probably thinking "Oh! It must be good, right?" Sure, why not.

For the past few hours I've been trying to decide what I was going to eat. Granted it is very late at night and my personal trainer would throttle me if she knew I ate this late, I was in deep distress about where I was going to get food. So I decided to watch one more episode of 30 Rock on my Netflix account and put the decision off for just 20 more minutes. Even while I was getting into the car the debate continued in my head "Del Taco or Wendy's. Del Taco or Wendy's. Del Taco or Wendy's." What a dilemma!

After deciding my strange craving for a Spicy Chicken sandwich was too overwhelming to ignore I took my little white truck and drove over to Wendy's. As I am pulling up to the strange microphone box, still deciding whether to get the combo or just the sandwich, a strange looking man walks up to my car. Now, mind you, it's 11:15 at night in Southern California so I was a little freaked out. The gentleman proceeds to ask me if I would order food for him if he gave me money, because the restaurant was closed and he didn't have a car to go through the drive-thru. At this point all of my paranoid flashers of come up in my head, "He's a crazy drive-thru killer who's going to murder you with a plastic fork!!!!" Seriously, that's what I was thinking. But, being kind of trapped as I was, and seeing now logical reason to say no, I agreed to order him his food.

As the man handed me the only dollar he seemed to have he asked for the heartiest thing on the Super Value Menu. By this point the man on the other side of the drive-thru microphone box seemed downright confused by the conversation that was going on on my end, so I quickly gave him our order and moved up to the second window. Now having preceded me on foot in the drive-thru lane, the man continued to pace back and forth while I received a very strange look from the man on the other side of the drive-thru window. Finally, after what seemed to be the longest minute and a half of my life, I was handed 2 bags of food and then presented my new friend with his hamburger. He thanked me and shuffled off into the darkness.

Now this may not seem like a big deal to many people, but as I was driving home I couldn't help but get the feeling like I was at the right place at the right time. Silly, I know, but possibly true nonetheless. Because if I hadn't been so indecisive about what I wanted to eat, and if I hadn't watched that last episode of 30 Rock, or if I had craved a Del Taco burrito more than a Wendy's Spicy Chicken sandwich I wouldn't have been at that drive-thru when that man needed my help. I'm sure he would have waited for some other late-night cravester to come along, but who's to say they would have been as helpful? Maybe it was indigestion or maybe it was the Spirit, but I can't help but be grateful for my Spicy Chicken sandwich because it allowed me to help someone. And there's nothing better than that.

... Except I am kind of wishing I had ordered a Frosty right about now.