Word of a troubling experience that confirms what we’ve always suspected: If you want to get away with sh*tfaced driving in Cleveland, wear your hot-chick disguise.
When the lady pulled up to Wendy’s, near her home in Euclid, the drive-thru employee looked at her incredulously. “Who is this retardedly drunk chick trying to order a Baconator from the drive-thru?” our reader guesses the employee was thinking.
Having studied the “Retardedly Drunk Customers” section of the Wendy’s employee handbook, the drive-thru girl knew just how to handle this situation. She handed over the Baconator, then called the cops as our drunk reader careened away.