I went to Wendy’s tonight bc I needed cheap food, and they were super short-staffed, so I was extra patient and polite because I know it’s not the workers’ faults. When he rings me up, he asks me how my night is going. I said, “It’s all right. I’m guessing yours isn’t going that well.” (There was only one other person there). He then proceeds to say “It’s not too bad.” I’m thinking, ah, maybe it’s been a pretty light day. Then he says, “Well except I twisted my ankle, and I’ve been here all day standing on it.” This was around 9:30 PM. I felt so bad for him, but I’m not the least bit surprised. I wanted to hug him or give him a chair or at least do something. I don’t care how much this man is getting paid—it’s not enough for that. Workers shouldn’t be forced to stand on injuries