A Mystery at Wendy’s

Yesterday my son and I went to Wendy’s, and as I approached the cashier, I began to study him. He had what might possibly be some bruising around his right eye. However, it was questionable.

An investigation in my mind was now underway. I needed to confirm to myself whether that was indeed bruising or perhaps a man who enjoyed a bit of makeup, which is perfectly ok with me.

I could barely place my order because I needed to stare. I looked him over from stem to stern, trying to figure out just what kind of game he was playing.

And then I spotted another odd quirk. The outsides of his lashes were long and curled. Possibly even coated with an enhancement of sorts.

Was it mascara? Or wasn’t it? I simply could not tell.

A trickier Wendy’s cashier I have never seen.

So my son and I collected our order, proceeded into the dining room and commenced eating, as we puzzled together over this most unusual situation.

And then we heard it. A snippet of employee conversation.

The young lad had been in a fight… because he was wearing makeup.

Mystery solved.

(Note: I’m not passing judgment on him in the least. I could care less if guys wear makeup. I just simply needed to solve the mystery. But, if you are a guy and you do want to wear makeup, do it deliciously like Captain Jack Sparrow, would ya? Yum.)

(PS. He won the fight!)