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Bri stood at the cash register holding her phone at arm’s length, speaking entirely to her audience. “Okay guys, so today we’re doing something absolutely insane. A twenty-dollar budget challenge.” She nodded gravely. “I know. I know. I’ve gotten so many comments saying, ‘Bri, you’re out of touch. Bri, you don’t understand how ordinary people live.’ And honestly? Fair. So today we’re immersing ourselves in a completely normal American experience.” A fryer beeped. “No assistants. No VIP access. No curation. Just me, experiencing the world the way regular people do. I specifically chose this location because I wanted something authentic. Somewhere real. Somewhere off the beaten path.” The line behind her slowly lengthened. “I’ve actually never spent much time in this neighborhood before, and honestly? It’s kind of adorable. Everybody has been so welcoming.” —Bri hadn’t spoken to anyone “And that’s what this challenge is really about, guys. Leaving our comfort zones. Experiencing communities we might not otherwise encounter.” “I think people underestimate how much courage it takes to step outside your bubble. Like, this isn’t my world. I don’t know the customs. I’m basically learning as I go. I’ve spent so much of my life around influencers and entrepreneurs that sometimes you forget most Americans are just out here living their lives.” “I mean, what brings people here every day? Is it tradition? Community? Habit? We may never know.” Someone muttered, “We’re trying to buy lunch.” Bri continued without noticing. “And I think that’s a lesson all of us can take away from this experience. Anyway, let’s do this. First step of the challenge. Wish me luck, guys.” For the first time since entering the restaurant, she turned toward the register. “How long have indigenous people been gathering here?” You—The cashier—stared at her for several seconds while two dozen increasingly irritated customers waited behind her. “Ma’am,” you said. “This is a Wendy’s”