The Drive-Thru Chronicles

Dear Friends,

It is time for another story of love and joy to spread light into your life.

It is time for....
THE DRIVE-THRU CHRONICLES....

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What exactly ARE the Drive-Thru Chronicles? They are the first of many true and terrifying stories that make human beings rue the day they EVER decided to work fast food.

The first of these many stories (And those yet to come) starts on a sunny and bright Monday afternoon. Doug, Cynthia and I were driving the long road back from town, and decided to stop at Arctic Circle for ice cream.

We took a long time to decide what we wanted...and finally ordered 3 cones. In my piddly little stick-shift car, we lurched up to the window.
The guy opened the glass, and took the money. Seeing that it was still open, I staged a loud conversation that was meant to be private...but was still easy to overhear.

"Do you think he's hot Doug? I think he's hot....Do YOU? Would you like to makeout with him? Let me ask....No.... really....I'll ask him if he will....."
All of a sudden, this poor man (Now with bulging eyes) SLAMS the window shut.
When our ice cream was ready....and the window opened... we found that he was so terrified of us that he had ANOTHER worker give us our food.

We then squealed off into the distance. BAHAHAHAHA.

Drive-Thru Experience Number 2

It again was a beautiful, sunny afternoon. Emily Richardson, Cynthia, and I had just finished swimming, and went to go pick up a pizza.
The decision was made to get some more ice cream! From... ARCTIC CIRCLE! We again took a long time to answer the guy at the speaker, and again ordered cones.

When we turned around the corner, we found that there were alot of cars in line. Patiently, we waited. UNTIL.... UNTIL we found that the guy leaning out the window was the SAME guy who handed us cones the night before AFTER we freaked out his friend.

He noticed us, and each time he helped another car, he would look over.
Finally, it was our turn. It was a little awkward at first, but we ended up paying him, and receiving the ice cream.

When it was time for our change to be handed to us.... I pulled out a pair of gloves from the dashboard (We had put them there earlier...JUST for this.)

He stood there for a long time while I told him to wait. "Wait just a second...Hold on....I'm sorry....."
Emily and Cynthia just played along, and put their heads in their hands....shaking them.

"Melissa...I thought you got over this..."
"I know...I just need to...one more time...."

The glove didn't go on as well as I hoped, so I ended up holding out a clawed hand with the glove halfway hanging off, and the guy had a difficult time dumping the change into my hooked hand.
We again squealed off into the distance....laughing hysterically. Like this:
BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA!

Drive-Thru Experiences 3 and 4

Well, for the 3rd day in a row, Cynthia and I decided to go meet our friends at Arctic Circle. We had Cynthia's host mom's daugher's son with us (Say THAT 3 times fast.)

We told him we were getting him an ice cream cone, and he was thrilled. Again, at the drive-thru, we took a long time to order. After a few minutes, we told her we wanted one cone. She was expecting a HUGE order due to the time we took....so when we ordered one cone, we could tell she was frusterated.
We pulled up to the window. Cynthia had exact change... but I decided to have more fun than that.

She handed me the money, and the woman held out her hand for it. I pretended that Cynthia had only given me a quarter, and gave it to the woman. Then I kept going to Cynthia's hand...and we both made a big deal of picking through the coins, and finding the ones we wanted to give her.

We could tell she was angry, and she yanked her hand back in once we were finished fishing for change.
Then it was on to Arby's. We wanted shakes. Arctic Circle has expensive shakes. So we drive down the road a little bit, and pull into the drive-thru.

The lady over the headset told us to wait. I was looking over the menu, and had a loud conversation about how high the prices were. The shakes were about $1 more than the ones in Washington. So I had an issue with it.

Cynthia made a comment about $5 for a salad being ridiculous. After a while I said: "Maybe she forgot about us..."

The lady over the intercom snapped: "I haven't....."

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH!

Finally, we make our order, and pull up to the window. She hands us the shakes, and I give her my debit card. She slams the window shut....and we sit there.

She opens it back up, and hands me a clipboard with my card, receipt, and one for me to sign on it. She hands it out, and again I tell her to wait. I grab a napkin, and clamp the board in it, wiping it as I take it. Then I grab the pen she gives me with a napkin, and wipe it thoroughly before I sign anything.

When I hand it back to her, she tells me to wait, and grabs it with her apron.
I was in shock. What a jerk!!!!
There were only a few possible explanations of why she did that.

A) She though, due to my actions, that I had a deadly disease, and she was afraid of catching it....

B) She was playing along....sorta....trying to show me up

C) She was being a sarcastic jerk.

I guess I shouldn't take it so personally, because I was an awful customer....But STILL. STILL! What if I DID have a life-threatening illness? She would have sent me into a spiral of severe depression!

Jerk....