Thelady at Wendys was wearing a birka ...
 

Saturday is my day for a cheat meal, and I decided on a big fat Wendy's burger. So I cruise up there, like 10PM and hit the drive through. The kid taking the order looks about 12 and seems to be semi-retarded, but after not too long we manage to work out that I do in fact want combo #2 with Diet Coke. So I pay the little terrorist looking SOB and procede to the second window.

At the second window I'm confronted with what appears to be the shadow of Casper the Ghost. At first I was a little nervous because I've never actually come face to face with a ghost before. Before long my nerves settle and I realize it's one of those female terrorists. So I have the cell phone in my hand and Immigration Canada on speed dial when she turns around and stunned me in to inactivity on the spot.

It turns out the birka has sort of shifted on her, I guess from working, and not only can I see her eyes, but there's some nose and even a little cheek showing! I couldn't believe my luck at first, this is basically real life Muslim porn! Then a feeling that has never happened to me before engulfs me like a hurricane. At first I can't identify this foreign sensation and I'm confused. I practice breathing in deeply and go to a calm place in my head all to no avail. For some reason, the sight of the uncovered skin just sends me in to a state of panicked lust. I can hardly control the urge to get all my buddies together for a good old fashion gang raping. I just drove off without my burger to rescue myself from this immoral infadel's spell.

Anyway, before stopping at McDonalds to get that meal I had to abandon, I used On-Star to contact the Imam at the local Mosque. After explaining what happened he agreed that she was totally and completely out of line.

"That's what you get when you let them out of the house, I'm deeply sorry sir." he exclaimed with a tone of pure sorrow in his voice.

Anyway, he agreed to send the Mujahideen out to stone and possibly rape the young temptress back in to a life of modesty.

Close call.