Have it your way?

I had a deposition scheduled in at lawyer's office in Jonesboro yesterday afternoon at 3:30. After the stress of questioning the plaintiff for several hours, I pulled out of the parking lot behind the lawyer's office and called Cindy on my cell phone.

"I am coming home. I will see you in about twenty or thirty minutes," I informed her.

"Ok, I'll see you soon." she replied.

I arrived at the back parking lot at Griffin Tech around 6:30 and picked her up. As we left the parking lots and ball fields that surround Griffin Tech and headed for home, Cindy informed me that she wanted a hamburger for supper. I altered my trip and drove over to Burger King, which is Cindy's favorite fast food hamburger place.
We drove past five different fast food hamburger restaurants before we arrived at Burger King.

"I have been wanting a hamburger for several days now." she said.

I pulled the silver Solara into the the drive-thru line behind the Burger King and placed our order at the drive thru speaker. After paying for our meals, I was informed by another Burger King employee that they wouldn't have my onion rings ready yet and requested that we move our car forward and around to the other side of the building so that they could bring our meal out to us when the onion rings were ready.

So we pulled around to the other side of the building and parked and waited. And waited. And waited.

Finally, Cindy said, "I bet our meal is sitting on the counter, cooling off and waiting for your onion rings. Your onion rings are going to be the only part of our meal which is hot. I am going inside and seeing what is going on."

So she left me out in the car and went inside. Several minutes later, she came out, holding two bags of food, fuming. She opened the door and slammed her body into the car seat, "Our food was just sitting on the counter! No one knew anything about it!"

"What did you do?"

"I got them to give me a new order of fries and I brought our food out. Apparently, the girl who was handling our order got a call about a family emergency and left the service area to handle the emergency. No one there knew anything about our order."

I cranked the ignition and backed the car out from the space and through the parking lot into the street.

"That place is the most incompetent Burger King in the world!" she fumed.

Quietly, I pulled the car into traffic and headed home. The unspoken question, lingering in my head was, 'Then why do you continue to want to go there?'

As we sat on the sofa in the den and Cindy inspected her order, she suddenly exclaimed, "There's no mustard and ketchup on this!"

Waving the bun in the air, she said, "And no cheese!"

Again, I thought,'why does she want to go there?'

Cindy took her hamburger and went into the kitchen. I could hear her muttering, "There's a little bit of ketchup here. A drop!"

"Those people are so incompetent!" rang from the kitchen.

She added mustard, ketchup and cheese to her hamburger and popped it into the microwave. Thank God for microwaves. The rest of the evening was uneventful.