Tom is addicted to McDonald’s chocolate shakes. The other night he got a chocolate shake from an ice cream stand made with real ingrediants. I asked how it was and he just shrugged so I said, “It’s no McDonald’s shake huh?”
So last night we were in the drive thu line at McDonald’s to get Tom his fix. As we are waiting we hear the order being taken in front of us:
“I would like the two cheeseburger meal.”
“What?”
“The two cheeseburger meal.”
“Can you repeat that?”
Louder, “Two cheeseburger meal!”
“Can you speak a little louder?”
Even louder, “THE TWO CHEESEBURGER MEAL!”
“I still can’t hear you?”
“Forget it…I’ll have two cheeseburgers, a fry and a drink.”
“What size fry?”
“Medium”
“What size drink”
“Medium”
It struck me funny that the only way the woman working the drive thru could hear the order was when the person in the car broke it down by item which in fact was the two cheeseburger meal. I laughed so hard on the drive home I had tears in my eyes. I kept repeating, “Nevermind, I’ll have two cheeseburgers, a fry and a drink.” And Tom would say, “What size fry?” Tears people, tears.
Needless to say when we got to the speaker to order a shake our experience was very similar:
Loudly, “I’ll have a medium chocolate shake.”
“A what?”
Louder, “A medium chocolate shake.”
“Sorry, I can’t hear you.”
“Nevermind, I’ll have two cheeseburgers, a fry, and a drink.”