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One of my earliest memories is of a burned-down Wendy's. My dad was a regional manager and had to take me because through some confluence of parental circumstances he ended up a.) alone with me without my mom around, and b.) because a restaurant burned down at four in the morning, and he had to go look at it. Why he had to go look at it, I don't know. He didn't need to double-check it. It was very, very burnt down, just like the fire department said it was.
This is my roundabout way of saying that my dad worked at Wendy's.