Monday, Debtember 27, 2004
Notes from a drive through window
The woman in front of me pulls her car out of the drive through lane into a U-turn and starts to head the other way, then stops, and parks across five parking spots. This isn't boding well.
“Um … hello?”
“Brrzzzzzckorder please?”
“Yes, I'd like a number two with tomato—”
“Bzzzzzick drink with that?”
“—um … Coke.”
“BzzzzzzzIs that all?”
“Um … A number two with tomato, lettuce and—”
“Bzzzzzzzzzclkwizzzzlezzrrrrrrrrrrrrrrp”
“Forget it! I'll come inside!”
“Brrrrzzzzzzk?”
“Yes, I'd like a number two with tomato, lettuce—”
“Is that for here or to go?”
“Are you people incapable of letting me finish my order?”
“If we let you finish your order, we'll have to actually listen.”
“Oh.”
I'm waiting for my food. The cashier then asks the girl behind me of she's ready to order.
“Um … like, yeah. I'll … um … take a bacon cheeseburger, fries and a shake.”
“Would you like a combo meal?”
“Um … yeah, sure … okay.”
“Do you want the junior combo meal or the number four?”
The girl has that “deer-caught-in-headlights” look. “Um … you mean … like … I have to think?”
Mercifully my food arrived and I was able to leave.
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