Torture by drive-thru

It never fails that, when you’re in a hurry, the rest of the world can’t turn fast enough.

Went to a drive-thru tonight (against my better judgment), but it was nearby, I was hungry, etc. What a dumb idea, going out for food when you’re hungry. As if you’ll get it right away. Hah.

I was the fifth or sixth car in line, which sucked but the way drive-thrus are organized, it’s not like you can change your mind and pull out because you get imprisoned within the little concrete roadway that they all seem to have. Plus, pile on four or five cars behind you, and you’re SOL.

Anyway, I timed my visit there. Because, hey, WTF else do you have do do but blast Bon Jovi songs while you’re missing their concert that is going on not even 20 miles from where you’re pondering your own suicide?


I arrived at the drive-thru at 7:23 p.m. My order was taken at 7:39. I pulled up to the food window at 7:54. I was handed my food at 8 p.m. on the freaking nose.

I could have been HOME by then! But alas, I was still on the wrong side of the state line. Humph.

But wonder of all wonders, my order was right. Granted, I’ve had ice cream cones that were warmer than the fries, but no onion on the sandwich, no ice in the drink. A veritable FEAT, I say.

Maybe that’s why it took so long — they were getting everyone’s orders right and not, as I originally surmised, slaughtering cattle on the premises.

The worst part? I forgot to pick up cat food and toilet paper, and it’s 9 p.m. and I gots stuff to do. *sigh* I guess I’ll be using the litterbox and the girls will be eating the lettuce that fell into my bra as I was eating my cheeseburger while dodging other drivers on the Beltway at 75 mph. … 😀

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