We pull up to the speaker. This insanely excited kid comes on and say Weeeeelllccoomeee to wendys! With such energy. Such enthusiasm. It made both of us burst out in laughter and smile. Our food was perfect. The drink cold. The nuggets fresh out of the fryer. I so recommend this place, not just for the kid.

It has now been over a year since the Welcome to Wendy's kid has worked there. The staff is friendly and has good food still. I have spoken to some about where the young man went to.

They tell a story of how one day he walked into the freezer to get out some frosty mix. After an hour, the door was open and he was gone.

Details are sketchy. Some say he vanished from inside the freezer. Some say he ran away. Cameras show nothing.

But I found this obscure tale in a book on the fast food wars of 1983. It tells of how McDonald's , burger King, Wendy's, Taco Bell and KFC were in all in a fight for who was best. The fighting was ugly. Dirty. Radio ads. Television ads. People with signs on every street corner.

Amongst all the fighting, there was a voice heard in the distance. Welcome to Wendy's. A sincere voice among all the yelling. The voice resonated with all the other companies.

It was this uncredited young man who brought this gang war to an end. He was the symbol of corporation. The angel voice of hope.

At the signing of the peace treaty, some pizza company sent a hit man to take everyone out. This young man jumped onto the bomb that was set and saved everyone. Nobody knows what became of him but some can hear his cry in the night.

I cannot say for certain what happened to him. But I go back to this Wendy's, hoping to hear his voice again.

That and they don't have the 50 pack of nuggets. Man, that bangs