Going through the drive-thru backward…

…going through the drive-through backward.

– Everyday Sunday, Just a Story

Ever since I heard Just a Story, I wondered who in their right mind would go through a drive-thru backward, why someone would do something so crazy, and what one would accomplish by doing something so, well, backward.

Tonight, Anthony and Scott wanted to get a little bit of food from McDonald’s and I tagged along to get out of here for a little bit. We went through, got our food and began eating in the parking lot. After realizing they forgot to give us one of our burgers, we went up to the window and took care of that matter. Then, when we were about to take off, Scott decided he was still hungry and was going to go through once again. Not thinking he would take me seriously, I randomly commented that it would be amusing if we were to go through backward. So we did. Since I was sitting in the front passenger seat, I did the ordering and paying. … While the three of us got a good laugh out of the ordeal, the lady at the window and the guy car behind us (or, rather, in front of us) really didn’t seem to think much of it.

Now, having gone through the drive-thru backward, I guess that makes me someone who’s not in my right mind. I still don’t know why I wanted to go through it backward – I guess for a laugh, to do something different. And as far as what we accomplished…really, nothing. But, everyone says laughter is good for your health, so maybe I’ll live a few hours longer.

Anyway, I’m a little over a week into the second quarter of my sophomore year now. Lydia and I are dating now and I’m planning on driving her home this weekend so I can meet her family and all that fun stuff.

And now that you know the important (juicy) details (and those that aren’t so important) of what’s new in my life, I’m getting pretty sleepy. I’m thinking a shower and going to bed sound good.

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