dailydiatribes

Today I went to Wendy's for lunch.  I was out on 280 at the Girl Scout shop and I decided to run through the drive through for a quick lunch. 

Only it wasn't so quick.  The line wrapped all the way around the building and was moving approximately 1/4 inch per minute.  But since I was hungry and had time to kill, I decided to join the crawl.

I got to the drive through and placed my order with the scary disembodied voice.  That has always freaked me out, even though I know it belongs to some creepy high school kid with more acne than sense.  It's like talking to Darth Vader (deep voice..."Use the force to order please")

I rounded the corner to pay and the woman in the van in front of me hadn't pulled up far enough to the pick up window, so I am forced to stretch my short little arm way far out to try and hand the scary, pimply kid my money.  The woman in the van reached out for her food and I couldn't help but notice her very scary arm.  It was thin and veiny and her fingernails were long and curling.  But with a french manicure, like that's going to make her talons look exotic!

She grasped her food in her talons and moved up just enough so that I could pull up to the window.  Then she got out of her car and left it there.  I am waiting for my food, thinking she's just run in to get ketchup, but this was not the case.  I got my food, got my drink, and there I sat, trapped behind the Claw's van.  Trapped, like an animal in a snare, with no way to move forward and no way to move back.  At least I had my Diet coke.

Now at this point, any self respecting road rager would have honked like crazy (hey Gina!!) and started hollering; perhaps some would have even uttered a profanity or three.  Could I do that??  NO, pacifist that I am, I sat there for another two minutes, waiting to see if The Claw would return.  No signs of her.

By now, the natives in the cars behind me were starting to get restless, worried perhaps that their Frosties would melt before they could consume them.  So I closed my eyes (no, not really, but it sounds good!!), backed up an inch and then pulled around her, praying the whole time I would scratch her bumper.  Unfortunately, I drive my truck too well, and I passed with a 1/4 inch to spare.  

As I drove away, I could see her van, still sitting there, trapping other unsuspecting patrons in the line.  So if you ever find yourself at the Wendy's on 280, beware of the Claw!!!