Practically imperfect in every way. Start with a lot of silliness. Mix in some insecurities and a handful of awkwardness. Add a pound of naivety, innocence, and child-like wonderings. Blend well. Half-bake and top off with a sprinkle of imagination and dollop of dreams. It’s the recipe for me!
(more...)"Moral of the story: Do not look at the gap. The gap is the mind-killer. Remember how Wile E. Coyote never fell down until he saw the chasm? It’s just like that." --Taylor "Tei" Lindstrom, Rogue Ink
"I think we have come to find out that the Education system, run by Liberal Hippies that really couldn't find any other job that allowed them so much time off, the ability to do drugs, and to spout their rhetoric is alive and well. It is teaching out kids things like 'Abortion is Good,' 'Government is Bad.' We have educators that, for the most part, don't teach to the subject, they teach to their beliefs. It is really sad, and even sadder when you see highly intelligent children buying into it." --Kelli
Jacob: "I need to operate on my frog, but first he needs some amnesia."
Copyright © 2004-2004 Kerrie Lee. All rights reserved.
I don’t normally frequent fast food places since a) it’s more expensive than eating at home, and 2) it’s not as healthy as eating at home. But sometimes it happens. Yesterday was one such occasion. I dropped the boys off with my dad and had my physical therapy appointment. By the time I got back, I was starving. My dad suggested I make a run up to the Burger King and he’d spring for lunch. Never one to refuse a free meal, I accepted his money and ran to the local BK. Once there, I was served by a guy who was possibly the most forgetful person I’ve ever experienced at any fast food restaurant.
I pulled up to the drive-thru menu and was asked to wait a moment. Okay, I can wait. There were only two cars up at the window in front of me, but it was no big deal waiting. A very polite guy’s voice came over the speaker, “Sorry about the wait. Can I help you?” Since I’d been sitting there for a bit, I already knew exactly what I was ordering.
“Yes, hi. Can I get two chicken finger Kid’s Meals with milks to drink please?”
“Milk?”
“Yes, milk. You have milk, right?”
“Oh, you just want milk?”
“No, I’d like two chicken finger Kid’s Meals both with milk.”
“Okay.”
“I’d also like two chicken sandwiches, an order of onion rings, and…”
“Wait. I have two chicken finger Kid’s Meals.”
“Right.”
“What do you want to drink with those.”
“Milk.” (stare)
“Oh right, sorry. Go ahead.”
“I also need two chicken sandwiches, an order of onion rings, a medium diet Coke, and a medium Coke.”
“Okay, I have two chicken finger Kid’s Meals with milk, two chicken sandwiches, and what else?”
“An order of onion rings.”
“Okay, anything to drink?”
“Yes, a medium diet Coke and a medium Coke.”
‘Okay, pull around.”
I pull around and pay for my order. He hands me three bags at once and gets my change. I notice I have fries instead of onion rings.
“Here’s your change.”
“Thank you. These were supposed to be onion rings, not fries.”
“Oh sorry about that.” (he fetches the onion rings and leaves)
(he comes back a moment later and asks…)
“Did you need something else?”
“My drinks.”
“Oh sorry.” (he gets my two milks after a bit of searching for them)
(he leaves then comes back a moment later)
“Was there something else?”
“Yes, I have two more drinks.”
“Oh sorry.”
(I then get one drink.)
“I ordered two drinks. Coke and Diet Coke. Which is this?”
“Oh, we’re out of regular Coke. That’s Diet. Is that okay?”
“Yes, but I’d still like my other drink.”
“Oh sorry. What did you want?”
“Sprite. You said this is the Diet, right?” (my mistake; asking only confused him more)
“Right.” (he leaves and returns a moment later; he says…)
“We’re all out of regular Coke. Is there something you want instead.”
“Sprite.” (twitch)
“Oh right. Sorry.”
(he returns with my Sprite)
“Can I get four straws and some napkins too please?”
(he hands me 2 straws)
“Can I get 2 more straws and some napkins please?”
“Oh right, sorry.”
(he hands me 2 more straws)
“And some napkins please?”
(I finally get my napkins)
Round trip driving time between BK and my parents’ home: 15 minutes
Amount of time it took me to drive there, get food and return: 30 minutes
At least he was really friendly.
Kerrie, I can relate. I can count the number of times I’ve been through a drive and they’ve gotten my mean CORRECT on my right hand [ *NOTE: the author has no fingers on his right hand ].
After re-reading my comment, I’ve come to the conclusion that several key typos and a complete lack of grammatical structure has rendered it totally incomprehensible. What I meant to say was this:
“Kerrie, I can relate. I can count, on my fingerless right hand, the number of times I’ve been through a drive-thru and they’ve gotten my meal correct.”
Haha, Dan. The fingerless hand would explain the typos. ![]()
It’s the spark of an idea that hits me unexpectedly. It’s the silly wonderings I have after a whirlwind of thoughts. It’s about creativity, inspiration, and imagination. But sometimes, it’s just about eating noodles.
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