“We don’t have any shakes.”
A few weeks ago I went to visit one of our members (and my friend) David, who has been homebound for a while dealing with aches and pains and cancer and some tough decisions. Before I headed out the door, someone said, “Take him a milkshake.” He hadn’t been eating well, liked shakes and could use the calories. Works for me. I like shakes, too!
There was a McDonald’s on the way to David’s house. Perfect. The drive-thru lines looked short, so I pulled in. One car ahead of me. Five minutes passed. No movement. One car. Patience is a virtue, I’m not in a hurry, no problem. Finally they move ahead and I pull up to the speaker.
A young female voice greeted me, “Welcome to McDonald’s. How can I help you?”
“I want two large chocolate shakes. That’s all.”
“Two large chocolate shakes. That will be $6.29 at the first window.”
The car ahead of me may have pulled away from the ordering station, but not far. The double drive-thru lane wasn’t moving at all. Five more minutes. No movement. I’m not in a hurry. No problem. I can wait.
Finally, the line begins to move. I pull up to the payment window with my debit card in hand. A young female greets me, “Did you order two chocolate shakes?”
“We don’t have any shakes”
“You just took my order.”
“Yeah, she didn’t get the memo.”
McDonalds’s issues memos about shakes? When you all work right there in the same small room? Thanks, but no thanks. I pulled away and got a great deal on some smoothies at Tropical Smoothie just down the road.