OK. Once again, I'm coming to my friends for advice. What do I do? Here's the story....
Earlier in the week, I had to run out as soon as Bruce got home so he called from the car and I told him to just grab some Wendy's. It's right around the block. So he comes home and gives me my standard Spicy Chicken Sandwich, no mayo, no tomato. Because I'm a freak, and the people that work at Wendy's are morons, I always check my sandwich for mayo

before I bite in. I opened up the bun and there was a dead fly lying there.

Alrighty, trash...appetite lost, no dinner.
So today, Julia was totally fine after she brushed her teeth so we packed up and went to the mall. I'm prefacing this by saying--different Wendy's, different town. Stop for lunch, grab Wendy's. Open the Spicy Chicken Sandwich to inspect for mayo---all clear.

Bite. Raw chicken.

You know when your teeth break the surface of a chicken sandwich and you can feel the moist oil laden chicken. Nope--raw. Not frozen, but definitely no where near cooked. Now I have raw chicken in my mouth.

The same mouth that almost ate a fly earlier in the week.
So, OK, lesson learned....no more Wendy's in any town for me. I mean what are the chances. It wasn't like it didn't taste good, it wasn't even edible. I didn't go back with the fly, didn't call, didn't keep it. I thought it was a fluke. I didn't go back with the raw chicken, was too grossed out and holding back the vomit, I just wanted to get home and sterilize my mouth. I'm going to try to call Corporate Wendys and tell them my nasty tale because really on the local level I don't think they care. Should I send a written complaint to the department of health or something? I mean---that's just nasty!!!
ETA--I called Wendy's while typing this and the stupid voice message goes round and round and you can't get a person. Now it's telling me they close at 5.

Now there's a seriously nasty letter in their future. If I have to go through the trouble of typing the letter--I'm cc'ing everyone and their mother!!