apropos of anything

Imagine, if you will, being in the men’s room at a Wendy’s somewhere between West Palm Beach and Atlanta. You’re… taking care of business when in walks an unaccompanied four-year old who appears to be scouting the stalls. You watch as he looks around for something neither of you see.

Then someone wearing a Wendy’s uniform comes in, and the four-year old lights up. “Hey,” he says. “HEY! Do you work here?”

The Wendy’s employee says he does.

“Well, that’s good, ’cause I need someone to wipe my bum.”

…betcha didn’t think that was in the Wendy’s job description.

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