Laurynomaly

While on my way to having yet another exciting friday in the office, I decided to stop at the BK for some grub–WTFBBQ Stackers and french fries sound awesome when you budget for these economic times by eating in for the past two weeks. I gave myself plenty of extra time to get to work–forty minutes to be exact–and made sure to stop off at the BK by work. It doesn’t have the friendliest customer service or the lowest hold times, but the quality of the food is decent–moreso, than the one by the house. Anyway, I knew I was in for serious lag time when I pulled into line and the white grandma car in front of me was trying to talk to the lady in the speakerbox with the front of the car, oh, a good 5 feet in front of the box. As she yelled the eardrums of everyone within a two-mile raidus away, I couldn’t help but overhear that she was ordering 6 value meals and 2 kids meals. I looked at the clock — 1:49pm. Subtracting away twenty minutes from the clock set in my car gave me the actual time of 1:29pm. 16 minutes to clock into work.

Of course, it took nearly ten minutes for the lady in box to understand the conglomeration of a words, value meal numbers, and + and - special orders coming out of the woman’s mouth, and six more minutes for the BK worker to repeat it back to the lady in the car correctly, before the little white car pulled around and it was my turn to order my simple BBQ Stacker. Relieved by my short order, the woman sweetly told me to pull around to the second window.

An unexpected error lurked around the corner:

Oh, god! The lady definitely pulled like, a Lauryn-and-a-half away from the drive thru window so that when she opened her door for the extended reach, neither the poor BK employee, nor the lady could make it halfway to each other. This charlie-foxtrot of a drive thru experience progressively got worse as she began to run out of room for her drinks in the floorboard of the front seat. As the lady stared at the BK employee all flustered and jumbling back-and-forth about what she should do, the BK employee kindly told her to pull out of the drive thru lane and into a parking spot so they could bring her eight meals and the rest of the drinks out to her. Insistent, the woman driving decided she needed to get her drinks from the drive thru window NOW.

Stupidness ensued:

Needless to say, I was nearly seven minutes late punching in to my job. I did, however, get enjoy a delicious double stacker.

Just another friday.