Where am I??

Today, my family and I decided to enjoy a quiet, sit down lunch at our local Wendy's. After a lovely meal, lil' K's frosty was going to come home with us. I approached the counter to ask for a lid. All of the employees behind the counter scattered like cochroaches except for one lady with the most frightened look on her face. Here is how our dialogue went.

Me: I need to get a lid for a frosty.
Lady: A frosty?
Me: Yes, a lid for the frosty
Lady: A frosty? (Shifty eyes, then pointed to me looking at her manager)
The manager then comes over
Me: I need a lid for a Kid's meal frosty.
Manager: A frosty.
Me: A lid for the frosty.
Manager: Chocolat? (picking up a cup)
Me: No, a lid.
Manager: Oh. (handing me a lid)

Finally! Some service. I could have sworn I was in the U.S., but maybe I forgot to press "1" for English.