Thursday, June 16, 2011

And speaking of frosty frozen treats that get me in trouble when I'm with my sister

ALSO with my sister (Kristi): We went to a meeting and decided to stop at Wendy's on the way home for a little Frosty.

Frostys are so cheap and quick and tasty!

Kristi was driving again, and we pulled up into the drive-thru to order, and waited. And waited. And waited.

We were just starting to think that they were closed OR to get indignant, when we saw that we had not pulled up to the drive-in speaker, but to the newspaper box! We were waiting for our order to be taken by the newspaper box! Ugh.

We laughed so hard that I had to raise myself up off the seat to make sure I did not piddle in her husband's car!

We were still laughing when we reached the ordering speaker. So much so, that it was hard to talk. (I can't breathe! I can't breathe!) Kristi finally managed to spit our order out in between laughs.

When we arrived at the pick-up window, there were three or four people waiting to see who we were and what was going on.

Now I'd probably be embarassed enough that I would have skipped the Frosty and driven right on through.

Well, truthfully, I probably just would drive to a different Wendy's.

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