Descriptive Writing: My Wendys Experience

   We piled into the car, as the all too familiar stench of day old burgers and fries began to fill the space around us. What was once a vibrant bright red, was now a dim and faded "W". I glanced at it in the rear view mirror as we drove away, and the sign read " endys". A flimsy off white and red paper thing bag that contained our dinner, which consisted of of questionable meats an dpotatoes,  rested on my lap. I could feel the grease seeping through the bottom of the bag, creating what appeared to be a puddle of oil. I was beginning to regrettonight's dinner.