Manager

Arby's Restaurant

2398 N. Myrtle Street

Everheart, ND

Dear Arby's:

My name is Amanda Featherbottom and I am writing to complain about what is going on at your Arby's restaurant located at 2398 N. Myrtle Street here in Everheart, North Dakota

There are these two boys who come to your restaurant every day between 2:30 and 2:45 in the afternoon after they get off work at the chicken processing plant. One is named Jason Tiberson, and the other is Orville Gast. Jason is the taller one with dark wavy hair and big chest muscles. Orville is not as tall but has long blond hair that makes him look like a prince in a fairy tale. Neither one of them is super-cute but they are better-than-average cute.

These boys have been looking up my dress.

I go to your restaurant every afternoon and order jalapeno poppers and a Coke, and then I sit at my favorite table to eat. This table is just two tables away from where them boys always sit. 

For a long time they didn't pay me no nevermind even if I smiled at them. They ate their sandwiches, and I ate my poppers, and we never talked to each other even though the dining area had nobody else in it. But one day I was relaxing, reading a comic book and eating my poppers and I happened to have my legs apart. Well, I look up from my comic book and Orville is looking up my dress. I couldn't believe it. I left my legs apart for a while to make sure, and as long as they were apart, he was staring right at me. Then I put them together, and he went back to talking to Jason like I wasn't even there no more.

That night I was very disturbed about what happened and couldn't sleep for thinking about how Orville had feasted his eyes on my panties. Then I thought maybe I was wrong and I had imagined it all. I would think the best of them boys until I had more evidence.

The next day was one of them hot days when I don't wear panties at all, but I thought that could work to my advantage because if those boys was really gentlemen and they was to look up my dress and see I didn't have no panties on they would immediately look away in order to protect my feminine modesty.

I wait for them boys and as soon as they are settled down at their table, I spread my legs just as wide as I can spread 'em. Orville takes a good look then whispers to his friend. Next thing both of them are plain-as-day staring up my skirt at my pussy. (There, I wrote it anyway). I stayed in that position for like fifteen minutes to make sure, and them boys were like deer in headlights the whole time. They stared and giggled and I think at one point I saw Orville reach down and rub himself. It was then I knowed then that I'd been right all along.

I put my legs together, walked right over and confronted them. I told them I'd seen them looking up my dress at my privates and that they weren't no gentlemen and needed to stop it.They said they thought I was showing myself off on purpose because I had such a pretty pussy. I told them that I wasn't at all doing that, and it wouldn't do them no good to try and sugar-talk me now. If they was truly sorry for what they'd done, they'd have to apologize by taking me to the movies or buying me some appetizers at Applebees. 

Well, I left my phone number and I guess them boys ain't even sorry for what they done to me 'cause neither one of them even called me, much less took me to Applebees. You need to take action and bar them from coming to Arby's ever again, so they don't go looking up other girls' dresses like they done mine.

I have noticed that they have quit coming to Arby's at 2:30 in the afternoon, but now there is this new guy that comes in and I think he is doing the same thing. I will do a little bit more investigation and let you know about that in another letter.

Sincerely

Amanda Featherbottom