Note: I decided to post this here, because it happened in Portland, and because I liked it, and because I posted it on Saturday in my journal when there were exactly four people on LiveJournal for the entire day because everyone else was trading Peeps on the black market or something. Enjoy, if you wanna.
Okay, so this has happened THREE times now, and the story must be told.
Every once in a while, I can tell that what my body needs for optimal
functioning is a big-ass dose of sugar, caffeine and sodium. So, I go
to McDonald's, to the driveup window, and order a medium coke. This
McDonald's doesn't have a speaker... you have to drive to Window Number
One and talk to a live person to order your stuff. Then you drive past
Window Number Two, which for all I can tell is some vestigial remnant
of a previous, paleolithic-era ordering scheme, and on to Window Number
Three to pick up your order.
Today, at the order window, The Insane Lady was working.( Collapse )