So after a long (7.5 hours ya'll) day today, I picked up the kids and hit the drive-through. I'm not above a cheap and easy Friday night dinner. For some reason, our local Mickey D's uses a person with an electronic order pad instead of the typical "scream into the box" drive-through. So I'm placing my order and get to the best part - my diet coke. Oh how I love thee, diet coke. But then?
"Sorry ma'am we're out of diet coke today."
"WHAT?" I screamed. "How can you be out of diet coke?" (shut up, I love diet coke and a MickeyD's meal is just not complete without it.)
As I'm trying to quickly think of how to replace my beloved diet coke (um, you can't), he suddenly got some fountain soda intelligence through his head piece. "Oh wait, we DO have diet coke." The angels sang.
"Oh thank goodness, you just can't eat a big fatty burger without a diet coke, you know?"
He laughed. A lot. He tried to compose himself but before I knew it, he was literally doubled over laughing. It was the kind of laugh that makes YOU laugh. So I started laughing too. Then I tried to explain further. "It's not the calories, I just like the taste!" It didn't help.
With that, I pulled up and the cashier told me they were having a diet coke crisis. They were using CANS instead. Sigh. Everyone knows that MickeyD's fountain soda is the BOMB. A can just can't compare. But it would just have to do.
And that folks is way more than you wanted to know about my exciting Friday night drive-through experience. Cheers!
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