When you cram too many task into one lunch hour something is bound to be cut back. Running around town for myself, my company, and my lunch I had no plan whatsoever. I had no idea where lunch was coming from until I was driving down the road and my stomach growled. As I recovered from the rumbling, low and behold, I was near my Micky D’s. I swung into the parking lot, parked the car, and headed inside. I didn’t know what I wanted until the lady in front of me ordered a chicken sandwich. Three strips and the rumbling was gone.
I grew up in a small town. Think Mayberry in the 70’s. There was a pharmacy where my grandparents picked-up their many prescriptions and, during the summer, I was brought along. This pharmacy had a lunch counter inside where any number of tasty items could be purchased. My favorite was the hot dogs and fries.
Today, for lunch, I found myself ordering the hot dog and regular fries from 5 Guys Burgers & Fries. I asked for it to go due to the time and waited for my lunch.
The young man behind the counter had no idea that by handing me that slightly greasy paper bag he would send me back in time. I was briefly hurled back to a summer day in that pharmacy, sitting across from my protective and supportive grandmother. The scent of French fries, thick and crisp, reminded me of her and our summers. But lunch can’t last forever, can it?
I have a love/hate relationship with fast food. When it’s good, I’m as happy as a lark but when it’s bad… In the chains defense, this time it was totally my fault. Kinda. There is a Micky D’s near my job (actually there are two but one is beyond bad so I tend to forget it exist). The staff in there are very helpful and friendly. They greet you with smiles and a rather pleasant tone. I consider this one mine but upon entering today I momentarily forgot where I was and made two big mistakes when I ordered my lunch. I wanted the glass they were giving away with a large value meal and learned they had just the one I was missing. “Great,” I said, “give me a number four, go large.” What’s wrong with that, you may ask. Well, a number 4 is two cheeseburgers, fries and a drink. Pretty basic stuff except one thing, I hate the cheese fast food places use. I really hate it but do they offer a two hamburger meal. Nope. Mistake number two has to do with the fries. I forgot to tell them I wanted them fresh from the fryer. So what I ended up with were lamp warmed limp fries and two cheese burgers and no one to blame but myself. At least the tea was good. Lesson learned.
I drive a lot. I commute for two hours each weekday and usually go out of town for the weekend. I have a couple of pet peeves about our highways and byways, though. Drivers know when they want to change lanes, turn, etc. If only there was a way to convey their intent to others driving around them. How great would it be if there was some signal that all drivers would agree would mean that the car would be modifying their direction? Of course, excessive use of the turn signal is also a problem. You’re driving down the highway and find yourself behind a pick-up with the signal light just blinking. You don’t know if he’s changing lanes, about to exit, or what. Here is my plea, fellow drivers. If you’re about to change lanes, turn, or exit, give the rest of us some warning by using your signal light and when the action is completed, cut the light. I’ll do my best to do the same. Drive safely
When you cram too many task into one lunch hour something is bound to be cut back. Running around town for myself, my company, and my lunch I had no plan whatsoever. I had no idea where lunch was coming from until I was driving down the road and my stomach growled. As I recovered from the rumbling, low and behold, I was near my Micky D’s. I swung into the parking lot, parked the car, and headed inside. I didn’t know what I wanted until the lady in front of me ordered a chicken sandwich. Three strips and the rumbling was gone.