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Mar

Drive Thru Blues

Visits: 116 | Posted by: David in Humor, Misc Ramblings

OK, I have to come clean…I hate drive thrus!! I don’t know when or how it got started, and I may not be able to explain it without making myself look like a total nut-job (perhaps its already to late for that anyway), but I H-A-T-E going through the drive thru.

Why? My wife will laugh at this answer, but here goes: THE PRESSURE!! Who needs it? I absolutely hate being the guy in line that’s holding everyone else up. It’s some sort of neurosis man! I would honestly rather walk inside of a fast food joint than go through the friggin’ drive thru and deal with all that peer pressure.

You have peer pressure from everyone in the car…trying to figure out what everyone wants and repeating it back to that stupid little voice box. Peer pressure from the guy taking the order…s/he just wants you to get on with it and move along. Peer pressure from the people behind you in line that want you to get it done so they can be next.

I know it’s weird. I know the people in the car, and the restaurant, and the cars behind aren’t as impatient as I make them out to be…but it’s too much stinking pressure!!!

If you don’t believe me…just ask my wife sometime about a blueberry bagel. She’ll know what you mean and will tell you the whole story.

Just don’t ask me to go through the drive thru!   =0)

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2 comments so far

deb
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Pressure from a drive-thru, oh David you just need to sit back relax and don’t let it destroy your drive-thru experience. Do you really think other people feel pressure when they go thru it? I don’t

March 7th, 2008 at 2:12 pm
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Honey, what really concerns me (other than the fact that I ALWAYS have to order the Chinese food) is that you’re calling it “peer pressure” when these people are not your peers. C’mon, the 17 year old, pimple faced boy at the drive-thru? Although, I must say the “blueberry bagel” has brought me many laughs at your expense through the years. –The Wife

March 7th, 2008 at 3:11 pm

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