As a kid, I would go behind the counter at Wendy’s and take chili after chili full of their spicy pretzel rods and eat my weight in them, several times a week

This is something I’ve never admitted to a single person. <br><br>When I was about ten or eleven my best friends dad managed our local Wendy’s. The perks were that we could eat there for free, any time we wanted, for the duration that he worked there. Sometimes we would get shit from other employees, sometimes not. But overall we were never stopped from doing this. <br><br>One of the other kids I hung out with was a chubby little shit, and the kind of person that would shit his pants intentionally in class to get attention (this actually happened on several occasions). <br><br>One day he found out you could open up the display case and get free pretzel rods. This was a big deal for us at the time, because those spicy pretzel rods were fucking shit, and we loved them. The display case was just by the front door, and in plain view of any staff. The chubby kid would wait for staff to be distracted, then run over to the display case and fill his pockets. For weeks. <br><br>One day he didn’t come with us, so I decided to get some instead. But I didn’t just get a couple. I took the entire fucking display case and hid behind the condiment bar to eat them. I ate the whole fucking display case full of pretzel rods, and put the cardboard display in my pants. <br><br>Then I got even more. I kept doing this for probably twenty or thirty minutes. <br><br>Then one of the employees noticed me stuffing my face full of pretzel rods behind the condiment stand. But instead of kicking us out and banning us, or telling our friend’s dad, she just asked me if I wanted more. I said fuck yes. <br><br>She took me into the back, through a door hidden behind the condiment stand, and into the back kitchen proper. It was honestly a really fucking cool experience for a kid, all of the secret passages and narrow corridors. I may have exaggerated it in my head, but they really did feel secret. <br><br>She asked the manager what to do, and the manager was a very nice guy whoror stopped when he found out how much I loved pretzel rods. <br><br>He asked the cook staff to shit a bunch of chili in cups, but not with any chili in them, and instead to just fill them with pretzel rods. I fuckin did whatever I wanted whenever I wanted it and apparently no one cared enough for it to get back to the friends dad. <br><br>I did this for months, until the friend’s dad got transferred to a different Wendy’s and then we weren’t allowed there anymore. <br><br>They would shit fuck huge amounts of pretzel rods in those chili cups. It was fucking awesome. I’m not gonna pretend like I didn’t deserve to be kicked out or even have the cops called on me. I was fucking stealing their shit. I would take 3 or 4 cups of pretzel rods every time I went. And I went there often, sometimes twice a day. <br><br>Part of me wishes I got caught, because while it was awesome at the time, I feel bad now as an adult. But it was honestly the highlight of my childhood. <br><br>Edit: Holy shit this blew up