Them old drive thru bluez.
There I was, Cheeseburger jonesing bigger than life, one spot away from the magic speaker with the digital readout guaranteed to get my order right, assure my customer satisfaction and start me on the road to Nirvana. Or was it Pearl Jam? Apparently the little league team in the Suburban ahead was having some trouble getting their order right, judging by the time it was taking. A car full of indecisive twits in front of one always seems to happen when one is in a hurry. The same thing happens at... Sign in to see full entry.