Most trips through a fast food drive-through rarely if ever result in a little pick me up. There could most definitely be self-loathing and guilt and sometimes stomach pains. Or is that just me? I had the first two definitely as I was driving up to Burger King today. Actually worse, because it's Sunday so double feelings of guilt for breaking the Sabbath. But what follows is my conversation with the drive-through attendant that kind of perked up my day.
Attendant (male): What can I get for you? (kind of gruffly and I think, what no welcome to Burger King)
Me: I'll have a whopper with cheese combo... (I always get cut off here)
Attendant: What size? Small, medium or large?
Me: Medium and just ketchup, mustard and pickles only on that please.
Attendant: Only ketchup, mustard and pickles? (with what sounded at first like a hint of judgement in his voice) That sounds like a very delicious meal. (Now, all enthusiastic and humorous) What to drink?
Me: Diet Coke.
Attendant: Diet Coke? That just makes it even more delicious. What else?
Me: That's all.
Attendant: Okay pull forward. It's 6.45.
Me: I'm really not in the mood for this. (I say to myself audibly as I drive forward, but with a little smile)
Attendant: Okay, it's 6.45. You know you have excellent taste in food.
Me: Thanks.
Attendant: Well, obviously, you came to Burger King. I'm so over McDonalds. There were some people who came through earlier and asked for a Big Mac and I was like we don't serve that crap.
(I just smiled and laughed) No just kidding.
Food comes.
Attendant: Okay here you go.
Me: Thank You.
Attendant: Have a good night, beautiful.
1 comment:
Wow, that would have made my day. In fact, I might never go back to McD's.
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