I decided to pick up a chicken sandwich at one of my favorite restaurants.
I go to the drive-thru. Place my order and drive up to the window.
The girl at the window gives me my total. I hand her my debit card. And she proceeds to take the next 5 to 10 minutes charging my card.
What on earth could take so long? I know that I have enough in my bank account to cover this sandwich...
She hands me my food, my receipt, and my card. I toss it on the passenger's seat and head to my apartment to get my crap together and eat my stupid chicken sandwich.
Walking up to my apartment door, I discover why it took so effing long...
Oh. Really? Can I get fries with that?
To be honest, I'm just a little weirded out by the situation. And, as you might have guessed, I haven't been back to that particular restaurant since...
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4 comments:
You should go back and check out her friend. This might be a great story to tell your grandkids someday.
Or she might be a weirdo stalker who will vandalize your car if you reject her advances.
I agree with Chickie. No reason to be weirded out, necessarily. The girl in the hamburger shop might be the love of your life...
I agree with Chickie. No reason to be weirded out, necessarily. The girl in the hamburger shop might be the love of your life...
Aimee: you really know how to burst a bubble
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