Drive-thru please.
A long time ago, I hung out with these wacky gay guys who were always up to SOMETHING. One night, Rick (I'll call him), got drunk out at the bars and discovered he was hungry on his way home. He special ordered a hamburger, no pickles, extra onions, cheese and no tomatoes. Fair enough. He pulled forward, overshot the window and drove around again.
Once more, he ordered a hamburger, no pickles, extra onions, cheese and
no tomatoes. He pulled forward, but his drunk ass once again overshot the
window.
So, he pulled around the restaurant and ordered, you guessed it, a hamburger,
no pickles, extra onions, cheese and no tomatoes. It was then that the attendant
shouted, "Sir, if you'll just STOP at the window, we'll GIVE YOU your
order!" True story...I swear.
And, I've had my own set of incidents in drive-thru locations. Once, my drunk-ass girlfriend had me pull up to McDonald's and order her some food. As we pulled up, she suddenly became really SICK, pushed open the passenger door and started barfing. It got worse, so she jumped out of the car and started puking near the dumpster. The poor girl at the window observed it all, horrified, and yelled back at the rest of the crew, "I ain't working this drive-thru window no more!"
And yet another one of my drunk-butt girlfriends in a skirt decided to
fling her legs up on the dash as we pulled up to the window of Wendy's one
night. (That was AFTER she walked into a glass door at the party we attended.
You should have seen the shocked look on her face.) In vain, I tried to
pull her skirt down to cover her business, but the boy in the window got
quite a show that night. I'm sure people who have worked these things, have
MANY more stories they could tell us.
The Angry Lesbian
11 /03/08
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