Last weekend hubbie and I were going to pick up my mom at her place and then head out to New Jersey to my sister’s house. We decided to stop at McDonald’s for some good wholesome breakfast before heading to mom’s. (We were picking up breakfast for her too!)
We pull into the parking lot, parked and I was going to go inside because they inevitably always get my order wrong at the drive thru. We were in the Honda Element, which if you have ever experienced one, from sitting in the back seat, you’ll know that you can’t get out unless the person in the front seat opens their part of the door first, thus releasing your part of the door when you pull the handle. They are called break away doors.
So we pull into a spot and I wait for my pimp hubbie to give me some money to buy breakfast. As I sat there I asked him to open the door but because he was messing around with taking his seat belt of, getting money out his back pocket and such…he told me to wait. So I did, patiently, until I turned my head to look at Li’l Foot in the seat next to me, already crashed out and out of the corner of my eye appeared a bus load of people on their way to church or something (use your imagination)…but it was a herd of people. And they were headed our way. They were headed for McDonald’s. I turned around so fast in my seat toward the front of the car, smacked the back of hubbie’s seat with my hand and abruptly announced, “JESUS CHRIST, HURRY UP!!!!!!” to hubbie as he still sat there fiddling to get money together (I’m totally still laughing about it now as I type it). Hubbie didn’t know what was going on, but he got his stuff together, opened the door really fast, and I launched myself out the door without him even moving the seat forward for me.
People, seriously, as I saw the onslaught of people moving in the direction from the bus to the McDonald’s door (like a herd of cows at dinner time moving from pasture to the barn), I envisioned being slave to a line of 30 something people at McDonald’s just to get breakfast…and believe me I would’ve “mooed” if I had to stand on that line just for the effect. I was not going to stand there in line waiting for A) them to make up their minds, and B) the asshats that work at McDonald’s to get with it and make 30 some odd people breakfast. It just was not high on my priority list.
Hubbie was pissed at me when I got back to the car. He wanted two sandwiches. He said he tried to flash the head lights at me to get my attention through the window but I didn’t even notice. So I saved him a bazillion calories…he owes me!
P.S. I’m pretty sure when we passed by the McDonald’s this weekend, that bus was still in the parking lot from last weekend and they were just about done serving all of them.
