The one in Horsham was still open a couple of years ago. Still open according to the Googley map
It’s in the middle of a shopping centre and was heaven to go to when I was a kid. It’s right in front of a Kmart. You’re dragged into the plaza by your parents to go buy new shoes from Kmart (“these fuckin kids are outgrowing the bloody shoes every bloody month!”). You walk past Brunbys bakery, the smell of bread, and the sight of pink icing taking up your whole vision. You start walking to it. Mum says “no. We’re here for bloody Kmart and that’s ALL.”. Sad, you keep walking through the plaza and towards the Kmart. You pass all the clothing shops and fancy shoe shops (aka: footlocker). The smell of new clothes and shoes now overpowering the smell of Brunbys. Then as you pass the toy car rides, and gumball machines, the smell hits you. WENDYS. The smell of hot dogs overpowering everything else. Must. Get. Hotdog! And then you see it: a giant “W” marking the source of smell, like an X marks buried treasure. The W is so gigantic and pink, it instantly steals your attention and gaze. Sensing what’s about to happen, mum says “NO WENDYS” and pulls you into the Kmart. Very sad now, you go into the Kmart, past the prison guard they pay to stand at the door and observe the parents one by one caving to the pressure and taking their children to Wendy’s. You buy new shoes, but what’s even the point of going to kmart if you don’t get a Wendy’s??? Eventually, shoes are bought, Kmart gets another 60 bucks, and you leave. But nothing is going to stop you from getting Wendy’s. “PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSEEEEEEEEEUH”. Eventually, she caves.
You did it. You’ve won.
Now you can happily enjoy your hot dog and milkshake on the way back home with your new shoes
If your my sibling you’re also missing the last step: get the banana smoothie thing and spew in the car. EVERY. SINGLE. TIME!
My mum used to get pissed off like she wasn’t the person responsible for buying my sibling the drink that was proven to make them spew every time they got it. Like after 4 or 5 times mum, lets be honest YOU are the problem here.
does wendy’s still exist?
It’s still around, barely: https://wendysmilkbar.com/
There was still one at Eastland last I checked, as well as Parramatta in Sydney.
There were also stores in Chirnside Park, Waverley Gardens, and Cranbourne, but I’m not sure if those ones are still open?
The one in Horsham was still open a couple of years ago. Still open according to the Googley map
It’s in the middle of a shopping centre and was heaven to go to when I was a kid. It’s right in front of a Kmart. You’re dragged into the plaza by your parents to go buy new shoes from Kmart (“these fuckin kids are outgrowing the bloody shoes every bloody month!”). You walk past Brunbys bakery, the smell of bread, and the sight of pink icing taking up your whole vision. You start walking to it. Mum says “no. We’re here for bloody Kmart and that’s ALL.”. Sad, you keep walking through the plaza and towards the Kmart. You pass all the clothing shops and fancy shoe shops (aka: footlocker). The smell of new clothes and shoes now overpowering the smell of Brunbys. Then as you pass the toy car rides, and gumball machines, the smell hits you. WENDYS. The smell of hot dogs overpowering everything else. Must. Get. Hotdog! And then you see it: a giant “W” marking the source of smell, like an X marks buried treasure. The W is so gigantic and pink, it instantly steals your attention and gaze. Sensing what’s about to happen, mum says “NO WENDYS” and pulls you into the Kmart. Very sad now, you go into the Kmart, past the prison guard they pay to stand at the door and observe the parents one by one caving to the pressure and taking their children to Wendy’s. You buy new shoes, but what’s even the point of going to kmart if you don’t get a Wendy’s??? Eventually, shoes are bought, Kmart gets another 60 bucks, and you leave. But nothing is going to stop you from getting Wendy’s. “PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSEEEEEEEEEUH”. Eventually, she caves.
You did it. You’ve won.
Now you can happily enjoy your hot dog and milkshake on the way back home with your new shoes
If your my sibling you’re also missing the last step: get the banana smoothie thing and spew in the car. EVERY. SINGLE. TIME! My mum used to get pissed off like she wasn’t the person responsible for buying my sibling the drink that was proven to make them spew every time they got it. Like after 4 or 5 times mum, lets be honest YOU are the problem here.