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This is from my recent trip out to Missouri for my sister's law school graduation.
As we were driving for this trip (instead of flying, like we should have), this meant a 14+ hour drive. If it had just been Dad and me going, we'd probably have made pretty good time, since we don't need to stop as often for bathroom breaks. Of course, Mom was with us, so...
On the trip back, we stopped in the boonies of West Virginia, somewhere in the mountains, for a restroom break and a snack stop at a Mickey D's. While Mom and Dad got vanilla shakes, I opted for a soda and a snack wrap.
J2K = Yours Truly
GC = Girl at Counter
GC: "Hello, can I take your order?"
J2K: "Yes, I'll have a medium drink, and a crispy chicken ranch snack wrap. To go, please."
(Important note-- I said this in a steady, relatively slow pace.)
GC: "Chicken or beef?"
J2K: "Chicken."
GC: "Crispy or grilled?"
J2K: "...crispy."
GC: "What flavor?"
J2K: "...ranch."
GC: "And what was the other thing you wanted?"
J2K: "....a medium drink."
GC: "Was that for here or to go?"
J2K: "...to go."
Just to recap, I had to restate my ENTIRE ORDER one piece at a time.
Clearly, the pride of Boondocks, West Virginia, was working the counter at Mickey D's that day.
As we were driving for this trip (instead of flying, like we should have), this meant a 14+ hour drive. If it had just been Dad and me going, we'd probably have made pretty good time, since we don't need to stop as often for bathroom breaks. Of course, Mom was with us, so...
On the trip back, we stopped in the boonies of West Virginia, somewhere in the mountains, for a restroom break and a snack stop at a Mickey D's. While Mom and Dad got vanilla shakes, I opted for a soda and a snack wrap.
J2K = Yours Truly
GC = Girl at Counter
GC: "Hello, can I take your order?"
J2K: "Yes, I'll have a medium drink, and a crispy chicken ranch snack wrap. To go, please."
(Important note-- I said this in a steady, relatively slow pace.)
GC: "Chicken or beef?"
J2K: "Chicken."
GC: "Crispy or grilled?"
J2K: "...crispy."
GC: "What flavor?"
J2K: "...ranch."
GC: "And what was the other thing you wanted?"
J2K: "....a medium drink."
GC: "Was that for here or to go?"
J2K: "...to go."
Just to recap, I had to restate my ENTIRE ORDER one piece at a time.
Clearly, the pride of Boondocks, West Virginia, was working the counter at Mickey D's that day.
I almost spit out my Flake at that.
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