these bastards. goddamn i hate this SONIC. it has exactly two things
going for it:
1. it's on the direct drive from the silicon valley to vegas.
2. it's a SONIC -- meaning you can actually get a slush.
the person who shall never be mentioned and i pull to the drive-thru.
we order two slushes. we wait something like seven minutes to get to
the window. we pull up.
spudnut cashier: "that's $1.53 please. would you like any ketchup with
that?"
my driver: "no, we're having drinks."
spudgirl: "oh, you'd like ranch instead?"
and i swear to you, i thought my driver was going to launch out the
window and grab the throat of the girlie.
in fact, the person who shall never be mentioned had become magnesium
lit-up ... no extinguisher could quench this blaze.
"ALL I WANT IS A FUCKIN' DRINK! HOW HARD IS IT TO ORDER A FUCKIN' DRINK!?"
which is to say that the entertainment value was high and ...
... you'll love this ...
... i got a survey receipt.
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PLEASE don't drink your slush as you type.