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Now- I know what you're thinking. At a drive thru, how can I tell if someone is being an SC as they are in their car and I can't hear the conversation between them at the emp. at the window.
Think again.
I was at the DQ drive thru- getting a frosty treat. Well, apparently the car ahead of me had either a large order, or simply an order with "regular" food- the type that requires frying- and thus would take longer than those of us with orders of the soft serve variety.
They obviously asked him to pull forward so the rest of us could get our stuff while his stuff wasn't ready- I don't know who pissed in his wheaties that day, but he totally lost it. His car lunged forward about 5 feet at an angle, he jumped out and started jumping up and down and pounding his fist into the exterior brick wall of the building (that had to hurt, even if it was a day later).
He looked about mid 40's or so and had a stereotypical midlife crisis car (red convertible, I think it was a more expensive Chrysler, but I was watching the spectacle so I'm not sure).
**** Side note: I live in Ohio. Sane people do NOT buy convertibles here unless they're rich enough to have at least two cars- one of which is an SUV. Some years we're lucky to get 3 months of warm weather- sometimes it snows in May, sometimes it's 70 degrees fahrenheit (20 celsius) on Christmas. And this dumbass was driving a convertible and wearing shorts when it was quite chilly out.
The girl looked justifiably scared at the window. I was semi-boxed in by this madman. Then these two guys told this idiot to buzz off- they didn't even work there, they were just in the parking lot. He jumped in his car and flew out of there almost hitting several cars as he pulled onto a very very busy street.
People never cease to amaze me.
*I did get my ice cream.
*I think the cashier is going to be in therapy for a while.
Think again.
I was at the DQ drive thru- getting a frosty treat. Well, apparently the car ahead of me had either a large order, or simply an order with "regular" food- the type that requires frying- and thus would take longer than those of us with orders of the soft serve variety.
They obviously asked him to pull forward so the rest of us could get our stuff while his stuff wasn't ready- I don't know who pissed in his wheaties that day, but he totally lost it. His car lunged forward about 5 feet at an angle, he jumped out and started jumping up and down and pounding his fist into the exterior brick wall of the building (that had to hurt, even if it was a day later).
He looked about mid 40's or so and had a stereotypical midlife crisis car (red convertible, I think it was a more expensive Chrysler, but I was watching the spectacle so I'm not sure).
**** Side note: I live in Ohio. Sane people do NOT buy convertibles here unless they're rich enough to have at least two cars- one of which is an SUV. Some years we're lucky to get 3 months of warm weather- sometimes it snows in May, sometimes it's 70 degrees fahrenheit (20 celsius) on Christmas. And this dumbass was driving a convertible and wearing shorts when it was quite chilly out.
The girl looked justifiably scared at the window. I was semi-boxed in by this madman. Then these two guys told this idiot to buzz off- they didn't even work there, they were just in the parking lot. He jumped in his car and flew out of there almost hitting several cars as he pulled onto a very very busy street.
People never cease to amaze me.
*I did get my ice cream.
*I think the cashier is going to be in therapy for a while.
because I know what's coming...
, leaps into car while stammering apologies and screeches away without food. 
ROTFL! Your hubby for the win! 
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