Lemonade on my crotch.

Yes, I said crotch.  Last night I happened to go to a drive through for dinner.  (I know, I know, I am supposed to stop doing that.  Yell at me later.) 

I order the combo and then drive up to the window.  The cashier is hanging out the window before I even get there.  That is so damn annoying.  Do these people think I drive down the street with money or credit cards in my hand?  Come on now, give me 2 minutes to get my wallet out.  So apparently, I am taking too long to grab that 20, she gets in impatient and walks away to get my food.

So, when she gets back, I hand her the money, and she rolls her eyes.  I feel slightly guilty that I am making her count instead of using PayPass, but I immediately get over it.  Oh well lady, this is your job.  Besides, the computer will tell you how much money to give me back.  She then hands me my bag o’ food and my change at the same time.  I fumble to catch the change, almost drop the bag that I holding my the very tip. 

Now, I could just throw my cash down anywhere to make sure that I cause no further delays for this VIP cashier, right?  Instead I decide to put my dollars in my wallet, which is the last straw for this woman.  She waits, and then hands me my drink and slams the window shut. 

WTF? I want Arby’s sauce, come back!  Come back!  She is long gone.  I do the transfer thing when you move the cup from the left hand to the right hand so that I can get it into my cup holder.  However, in her haste the cashier forgot to make sure the lid is secure.  As I grab the middle of the cup, the lid pops off the top and spills half its contents on my lap. 

Did I forget to mention that she didn’t give me any napkins?

~ by scifibutterfly on June 21, 2008.