Another Tale From the Drive Thru

I think that Leo Gets said it best, “THEY FUCK YOU AT THE DRIVE THRU!!!” I’m on my way into work and I pass a Ritter’s Frozen Custard. I think to myself, “Self, a milkshake would be really good right now, go get one.”

So I drive on thru to the window, make my order and wait for my tasty treat. It didn’t talk very long because I was the only customer in line at the time. I figured the girl wouldn’t have a problem mixing milk and ice cream in a blender, I mean it IS quite the simple process.

But then I realized that this girl wasn’t working there for extra money after school, but because she’s too stupid to work anywhere else

I get my cup from her, which is oozing milkshake out of the straw hole and around the rim because she tried to cram a 24 oz milkshake into a 16 oz cup. Giggling, she smiles at me and says “he he he… sorry, it’s a little full.”

I don’t have the time to have her remake it, so I just give her the money, take some extra napkins and pray that I can make the 3 block drive to work without incident.

NOPE!!!

I pull into the parking lot and what does this overflowing Styrofoam cup filled with thick and heavy frozen custard do??? It loses its bottom all over my lap. I don’t have the time to clean up, I have to be in the studio immediately, so I wipe off as much as I could onto the ground, but my pants and floorboards are covered with the shit.

Needless to say that I won’t be going back there anytime soon, but it seems to me that I am running out of convenient places to get food because everywhere I turn some inbred dumbass is working behind the counter.