Friday, November 09, 2012
Every morning, Monday through Friday, being the dutiful and loving husband I have become, I sit at the McDonalds drive thru and order a large black coffee for Joan. On Saturday and Sunday she brews her own pot. I donít ask why. Itís how Iíve stayed happily married for close to forty years. This morning we got up earlier than normal for some reason which meant the drive thru line would be sparse. As I am pulling into line I saw there was only one car ahead of me; a very high end BMW. The car was sleek and that amazing midnight blue I love so much. I rolled down my window and waited, and waited a bit more and waited even longer. I line was forming behind me. You could feel the karmic impatience oozing out of the us.
Iím a compulsive eaves dropper. Itís where I get a lot of my ideas. I craned my head a bit and heard the gentleman in front of me going through a laundry list of food related questions. Was their biscuits gluten free? If not did they have a gluten free alternative? Did the sausage and bacon contain preservatives? Those were the types of questions he was asking. Now before you get all judgmental on me here I applaud the dude for wanting to eat healthy and stay as natural as possible. But, seriously friends, at McDonalds? Youíre looking for gluten free?
Iím not sure who became frustrated first him or the attendant but he gunned his finely tuned engine and sped away without ordering. Joan said that maybe the guy makes it a habit of exasperating fast food attendants, causes them to lose their tempers and then sues them for a large sum.
Maybe itís how he can afford a BMW.
It is a true story friend. I have enough of these to share. I donít have to make them up.