Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Not About Starbucks... just a story.


We pulled up to the drive through and ordered our food. We were on our way home from a great mothers day weekend with my mom. Our stomachs could not endure the wait, so Dairy Queen it was.


I like Dairy Queen. They are all that is good about America, burgers, fries, ice cream; What more could a person want. Sorry, back to the story.


So, we ordered our food. I ordered a burger. My wife orders the chicken strips. As we are unable to decipher the words coming out of the magical box we confirm our order on the screen. Looks great. We pull forward.


In less than a minute we were at the window and quickly paid our tab, receiving our drink. It was a coke. We also received our desert. A medium sized blizzard with Reese's peanut butter cups blended inside. Ah what a great country.


Surely the remaining food will be out in a moment. We wait. I take a drink of soda. We wait. Naomi begins to nibble on our desert. We wait. They must be making fresh fries. I take a bite of ice cream. We wait. We waited about 10 minutes. Suddenly the window flies open and there is our food. Fresh, hot and warm. I'm excited.


Naomi leans across me to see the gal in the window. Shakes her now empty soda so that you can hear the ice shaking liquidless on the inside. "Can I get a refill?"

6 comments:

Mookie said...

LMAO!! That's great!

renaissanceguy said...

I have given you a Kreativ Bloggers Award:

http://renaissanceguy.wordpress.com/2009/05/15/kreativ-bloggers/

You humor is very creative. Sometimes when I read your blog I laugh so hard that I endanger myself.

renaissanceguy said...

Oops! I thought that I was at Mike's blog. I really hate this comment platform.

You are funny, but I was going to tell you that I find your posts insightful.

All In said...

LOL... That is funny. I was given the award. Only to have it ripped away from me moments later.

Mookie said...

if you check his blog, you were given one

All In said...

I did see that... but it makes my Susan Lucie (or however you spell her name) stigma far less funny.