I HATE those double laned drive thrus at McDonalds with a passion. Unfortunately, every McDonalds around here has one. I can understand it helps when McDonalds is in rush times....but at the same time, seeing a double drive thru seems to make people just stupid. I am surprised there haven't been any car accidents, because I've been in enough near-accidents because the jackass in the lane next to me MUST go first and plows ahead as I'm easing off the brake to proceed.
Anyway, I pull up behind a car who is ordering, and this ENORMOUS F-500,000 gas guzzling diesel truck creeps into the next lane. It's one of those trucks that has multiple enormous antennas (CBs? To contact the aliens? We'll never know), and both antennas WHACK the "Clearance, X feet" sign (I forget if it's 10 or 12 feet).
Strike one.
Strike two....I can barely hear myself speak over his loud thundering diesel engine.
Strike three.....as I'm easing off the brake to proceed, he plows ahead of me, and it just so happens that the lane to get to the drive up windows is too small for that large of a truck, or he is just beyond stupid and can't handle his monster hauler........his driver's side tires hop the curb, and instead of trying to correct it, he just rides the whole way to the first window on the curb. Once he finally gets to the window, he whips it off the curb and the truck bounces and ripples the way my butt does when I bounce up and down.
(The design of this McDonalds drive thru is this: after you order, you go around a leftward curve to the first window where it straightens out)
Strike four.....someone was pulled over, probably waiting for a large order or something that took extra time. This dumbass, again, unable to control this overly and obnoxiously large truck, forces me to have to back up so that he can back up, then pull forward, and try to squeeze out.
I really tried to not get upset at small stuff today. I really did. It's my mental health day, the beginning of my three day weekend. Everything was going so well.
To add insult to injury, this is the 3rd time in a row I've gotten Marvin Gardens....nice.
Anyway, I pull up behind a car who is ordering, and this ENORMOUS F-500,000 gas guzzling diesel truck creeps into the next lane. It's one of those trucks that has multiple enormous antennas (CBs? To contact the aliens? We'll never know), and both antennas WHACK the "Clearance, X feet" sign (I forget if it's 10 or 12 feet).
Strike one.
Strike two....I can barely hear myself speak over his loud thundering diesel engine.
Strike three.....as I'm easing off the brake to proceed, he plows ahead of me, and it just so happens that the lane to get to the drive up windows is too small for that large of a truck, or he is just beyond stupid and can't handle his monster hauler........his driver's side tires hop the curb, and instead of trying to correct it, he just rides the whole way to the first window on the curb. Once he finally gets to the window, he whips it off the curb and the truck bounces and ripples the way my butt does when I bounce up and down.
(The design of this McDonalds drive thru is this: after you order, you go around a leftward curve to the first window where it straightens out)
Strike four.....someone was pulled over, probably waiting for a large order or something that took extra time. This dumbass, again, unable to control this overly and obnoxiously large truck, forces me to have to back up so that he can back up, then pull forward, and try to squeeze out.
I really tried to not get upset at small stuff today. I really did. It's my mental health day, the beginning of my three day weekend. Everything was going so well.
To add insult to injury, this is the 3rd time in a row I've gotten Marvin Gardens....nice.
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