Lyn Nofziger And The Baked Potato
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When Lyn Nofziger died, his web page, with blog like "Musings" went down, but it's still available in

May 11, 2005—I don’t know whether the people who work at my local Wendy’s are here legally or illegally, but i do know that some of them don’t speak English very well and understand it even less well.

If I had had any doubts about this they were dispelled last night.

Sitting in my car in the drive through lane I ordered a Big Bacon Burger, which is a very good hamburger, and a large frosty. From there I drove to the pay window which was closed so proceded to the window where they dispense your orders. There I paid a man who seemed to understand English and he in turn gave me two paper bags, one that contained the frosty and the other which I assumed contained the Big Bacon Burger. Next I drove home which is about a mile and a half from Wendy’s.

There I gave my wife her Frosty, reached in the other bag and got out—my baked potato. So much for my mouth-watering Big Bacon Burger. Did I then get in my car and drive back to Wendy’s? Of course not. Instead I ate the potato, which is rich in potassium and contented myself with the thought that the anti-obesity gods were looking after my best interests.

However, I also resolved that hereafter before I leave Wendy’s I will check what’s in the bag.

It’s either that or learn to speak Spanish.

Nofziger was a very philosophical man—over the years he had much to be philosophical about.

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