Having left the Broward Breast Cancer Walk this morning, approaching 441, our daughter cries out from the backseat, I have TOGOPOTTY!!! Wendy’s was right there, we had no choice. We are not(by any means) a fast food family; other than Chick-fil-A our daughter has NEVER seen the inside of a fast food joint. This is to say, this critique has nothing to do with the food. In the bathroom there is a sign that states, «Employees must wash hands…». Really, what about the soap? Even our 4 year old said, «how can you wash your hands without soap?» There wasn’t any soap by the main sink or in the handicap stall. So riddle us this, how clean were the girl’s hands that were prepping your burger? The courtesy urge to make a purchase in exchange for the use of the bathroom faded faster then the trail we left running for the door.
