As an aside, we thought this was a funny episode after the Grand Ole Opry. You know, country music makes one get the munchies…

Okay, going through a drive through is easy, isn’t it? Not when you’re going through one for the first time, it would seem.

When we pull in, one of my companions (okay it was Sharon, for those of you who know her) gets out of the car to read the menu. Sorry?

The attendant comes on the speaker and asks, “What would you like to order?”

“Can we have a moment, please?”

Silence.

The newbies then peruse the menu for a moment. He says, “Don’t want anything.”

Her: “What’s that? Is it a cheeseburger? It says sandwich.”

Me: “Yes.”

Her: “I’ll have one of those, with chips.”

Me: “They’re fries.” Pause. “Are you ready to order?”

Her: “Yes.”

Me: “Go on, then.”

Her: (knocks on speaker) “Hallooo?”

Speaker: “May I take your order?”

Her: “I was wondering if I might trouble you for a burger?”

Speaker: “What would you like, Ma’am?”

Her: “I would like one of your sandwiches…”

Speaker: “Which one, Ma’am?” (patience appears to be thinning)

Her: “I would like one of your Single Cheeseburgers… and chips…”

Speaker: “Do you mean fries, Ma’am? Would you like a Combo?”

Her: “What? No, no, I don’t want a drink!”

Him: “I’ll take one as well, no chi-, fries.”

Me: “I thought you didn’t want anything?”

Her: “Did you get that?”

Deb: “I’ll have the Spicy Chicken Sandwich and fries!”

Me: “I’ll have the Single as well… Make it a Combo with Coke.”

Speaker: “I’ve got three Single Cheeseburgers, one Combo with Coke, a Spicy Chicken Sandwich, and three fries… Will that be all?”

Me: “And a small Frosty and a large Frosty.”

Her: “What’s a ‘Frosty’?”

Deb: “They’re loooovvvely.”

Her: “Oh, I don’t think I want one…”

Speaker: “Anything else?”

Me: “No, that’s all.”

Speaker: “Drive up to the window please…”

Me: “C’mon, get back in the car…”