Thursday night Matt had very late meetings and games, so we agreed to just pick up dinner for ourselves instead of cooking. Call me crazy, but I decided to get Taco Bell. The older I get, the more disgusting that place makes me feel, but every once in a while it sounds really good!
So I pulled up to the drive thru and the man taking the orders (we'll call him Paco) went through his opening shpeel and then I told him I needed just a second. He says it's no problem. And then this ensues:
Paco: OK, one second's up.
Me: Wellll, OK, maybe one minute.
Paco: Take your time! ... beep, beep, beep. 55 seconds left.
Me: laughs and wonders if this guy has been waiting his whole life to do this
Paco: ... beep, beep, beep
Me: OK, I'm ready! Could I please have 2 soft tacos, 1 Diet Coke, and a...
Paco: Oh, were you talking to me?
This continued even after I pulled up to the window and saw that Paco was not the squirrely high school boy I was envisioning, but a rather older gentleman thoroughly enjoying his job! I thought the whole thing was pretty darn funny, despite his persistent apologies at the end. I think if I ever work a drive-thru window, I'll do the same thing:)