It was lunch time and T and I wanted nothing more than to leave work for a while. We hopped in my car and rode to the nearest place that served quick hot dogs and hamburgers. On the ride there we talked a lot about different things, I can’t remember what. But when we entered the drive thru, for whatever reason, we fell quiet.
I pulled up to the speaker and waited until they asked for my order.
“Yeah, can I get a hamburger all the way? With fries. Then, I’ll take a hot dog with fries.”
“That’ll be $9.75,” the voice thru the speaker called.
I couldn’t pull forward because the car in front of me was still waiting on their food. But through all the noise from the cars, I could hear a dog barking. Well, it really wasn’t a dog, it was a human barking like a dog. It sounded like it had rabies. I glanced in my side mirror to find a car waiting in line behind us. There were two guys in the front seat, both laughing. The driver stuck his head out of his window and barked again—at me.
And people ask why I don’t go out much.
T hadn’t even noticed him yet. When he noticed I was looking at him through my mirror, he shouted, “I’ve got a hot dog you can suck on.”
Yep, he’s a sick dog alright. Actually, I don’t want to degrade dogs like that. He was just sick.
I rolled my window up and looked ahead, ignoring his shouts and random spurts of barking. I hoped the car in front of us moved quickly. I wondered if T would say anything about his comment.
Queue in T’s response.
She looked straight at me and asked, “Is that a dog barking?”
I turned to her in disbelief, how had she not been kidnapped yet?
I told her what was happening, she looked in her mirror in disgust. The car in front of us moved and we paid for our order and took it.
We had planned to eat there in the parking lot but after the incident with Cujo, I decided we better go somewhere else. We drove to the closest mall and parked. While we were there eating, T kept mentioning how disgusting they were and how awful it was to do that. I agreed.
But I was genuinely more worried about the lack of T’s alertness in some situations, namely this one.
I then came up with an amazing idea, I’ll blame my daddy’s mean streak. I had been glancing up in my rear-view mirror ever since we parked, I didn’t want them or anyone else sneaking up on us. No one was there nor had been there ever since we parked.
Knowing this, I shouted, “Oh my gosh, T. They just parked right behind us.”
She almost dropped her burger! She thrashed around trying to find them in her side mirror. I was laughing too hard to hide it anymore. She looked over at me, stunned that I’d tricked her like that. I don’t know why; we’ve been friends for years.
Stay alert T, stay alert.
I pulled up to the speaker and waited until they asked for my order.
“Yeah, can I get a hamburger all the way? With fries. Then, I’ll take a hot dog with fries.”
“That’ll be $9.75,” the voice thru the speaker called.
I couldn’t pull forward because the car in front of me was still waiting on their food. But through all the noise from the cars, I could hear a dog barking. Well, it really wasn’t a dog, it was a human barking like a dog. It sounded like it had rabies. I glanced in my side mirror to find a car waiting in line behind us. There were two guys in the front seat, both laughing. The driver stuck his head out of his window and barked again—at me.
And people ask why I don’t go out much.
T hadn’t even noticed him yet. When he noticed I was looking at him through my mirror, he shouted, “I’ve got a hot dog you can suck on.”
Yep, he’s a sick dog alright. Actually, I don’t want to degrade dogs like that. He was just sick.
I rolled my window up and looked ahead, ignoring his shouts and random spurts of barking. I hoped the car in front of us moved quickly. I wondered if T would say anything about his comment.
Queue in T’s response.
She looked straight at me and asked, “Is that a dog barking?”
I turned to her in disbelief, how had she not been kidnapped yet?
I told her what was happening, she looked in her mirror in disgust. The car in front of us moved and we paid for our order and took it.
We had planned to eat there in the parking lot but after the incident with Cujo, I decided we better go somewhere else. We drove to the closest mall and parked. While we were there eating, T kept mentioning how disgusting they were and how awful it was to do that. I agreed.
But I was genuinely more worried about the lack of T’s alertness in some situations, namely this one.
I then came up with an amazing idea, I’ll blame my daddy’s mean streak. I had been glancing up in my rear-view mirror ever since we parked, I didn’t want them or anyone else sneaking up on us. No one was there nor had been there ever since we parked.
Knowing this, I shouted, “Oh my gosh, T. They just parked right behind us.”
She almost dropped her burger! She thrashed around trying to find them in her side mirror. I was laughing too hard to hide it anymore. She looked over at me, stunned that I’d tricked her like that. I don’t know why; we’ve been friends for years.
Stay alert T, stay alert.
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