Them old drive thru bluez.
There I was, Cheeseburger jones bigger than life one spot away from the magic speaker with the digital readout guaranteed to get my order right. Apparently the little league team in the Suburban ahead was having some trouble getting their order right, judging by the time it was taking. That always happens when one is in a hurry. All I have to do is deposit my check, the slip is filled in, check signed, I am ready to rock and roll, but the person ahead of me seems to be doing all their banking in... Sign in to see full entry.