A Sonic Experience

Every once in a while, when the Hubs is away during dinner time, T and I will go to Sonic, sit under the umbrella tables on the patio -- does anyone else wonder why the tables have umbrellas when they're under a permanent ceiling-type structure? -- and rock it to the oldies while we share some tots and slushies. It's a nice mommy-daughter tradition.

Tonight, while we were waiting on our food, I noticed the billboard across the street at a vet's office tauting that this week is "National Bring Your Cat to the Vet Week". I couldn't help but wonder. What kind of person needs a nationally designated week to care for their cat? Are there really people out there who think, "Eh, Vet-schmet. My cat's just fine. What's that? You say there's a NATIONALLY DESIGNATED WEEK for taking the cat to the vet? Well, that's a horse of a different color!"

When the cute, teenage car-hop brought our food to us, she began her delivery by saying, "You weren't here when that lady came storming inside the building yelling at us, were you?"

I must say I was intrigued - both by the story AND the way-to-frequent occurrence of employees telling me WAY more than I ever needed to know about their lives, their customers, and the goings-on of the particular store at which they work. I mean, do I really have the kind of face that says, "Please, tell me everything that ever happened to you - ESPECIALLY if it reflects poorly on your store and you know your boss would DIE if he knew this was the conversation you were choosing to have with me"?

Apparently, a particular drive-thru customer - Does anyone else find the drive-thru at Sonic superfluous? I mean, the essence of Sonic is drive-in. You don't have to get out of your car. The only real difference is putting the car in park and pressing that big red button. I don't get it. -- didn't pull up to the yellow line designated for drive-thru stopping, thus backing-up the flow of the drive-thru. One of the teenage workers apparently asked her to move her car up to the line and she was, apparently, less than friendly in response. Said teenager walked back into the building and said, "She was so mean," before the door closed completely, thus airing her thoughts to said customer.

Now, what would a logical person do when faced with the situation of being accused (falsely in his/her own mind) of being mean? Apologize for snapping at a poor teenager for doing her job? Quietly suck it up knowing that even if you weren't snappy with her, she's just a teenager and over-sensitive?

Apparently, the appropriate response, you know, to PROVE that you aren't really mean, is to get out of one's car, storm into the building (you know, the one where customers aren't allowed), and flail one's arms about while cussing up a storm at the teenagers currently running the place.

THAT will definitely show them that YOU.ARE.NOT.MEAN. So there.

I've decided that THIS person is the one who needs a "National Take Your Cat to the Vet Week". I figure the one kind of logic goes hand-in-hand with the other. Don't you?

Love & Shipoopies,
Leslie