Soup
Well-Known Member
You go to the drive thorough to avail yourself of some high sodium/high fat empty calories. The buzzing static-y voice coming out of the contraption seems to be speaking an archaic language no longer spoken. This projects you into a vague daydream about LOTR or Conan the Barbarian. A conga line of cars begin to honk at you. You snap back to life, blurt out your order, drive to window 1, pay for your junk food, drive to window 2 to collect it.
Before leaving the parking lot, you check to make sure they didn't screw it up-only to notice that you have 9 fries less than the last time you ordered them that size in this same establishment you are tempted to indignantly demand either a proportionate reimbursement for the missing fries, a rain-check discount on your next order or that the employee (obviously a dangerous miscreant) who cannot count be placed in the stocks.
Before leaving the parking lot, you check to make sure they didn't screw it up-only to notice that you have 9 fries less than the last time you ordered them that size in this same establishment you are tempted to indignantly demand either a proportionate reimbursement for the missing fries, a rain-check discount on your next order or that the employee (obviously a dangerous miscreant) who cannot count be placed in the stocks.