Monday, March 26, 2012

At the behest of my niece...

N needs her some Karen Ella. So, I decided to share with all of you. Unfortunately, PhD Karen is sucking WAAAY too much time out of my precious 604,800 seconds/week. Ugh.

However, once upon a not-so-distant time (like a couple of weeks?), my roommate and I spontaneously ventured on a relaxing car ride. If you know me, you know my undying penchant for driving. There's no freedom in the world like it. Someday I'm going to visit Southern Germany, or maybe Montana, where there is no speed limit. Someday. ("I would have seen... Montana....."--movie quote, anybody? Brilliant movie!) Whoa. I digress. BACK to the not-so-distant time ago...

C and I were peacefully cruising along...kinda in the middle of the night (the only time I-15 traffic is palatable...when cruise-control + 70mph = bliss), when we were instantaneously bombarded by a hoard of ravaging hunger pangs! Savages...24 hour McD's drive thru to the rescue!!!

I believe we took the Draper exit. The one that suddenly has 80 billion new stores/shoppes/eateries on it. Why is this important? Because, about 1:30 am at the McD's on this exit, we pulled up to the schnazzy ordery-menuy thingy and heard the following:

"Thank you for choosing McDonald's. This is MR. WONDERFUL, how can I make your day today?"

OH MA HA. I was so taken aback I think I blinked roughly 1.4 bazillion times, making sure we were, in fact, at a fast food joint, and then boiled over with snigger-pressure. (You know the kind. Where you purse your lips so hard they become a gasket? You've done it...don't look at me like that.) One look at each other and we exploded with laughter. Out right, belly guffawing. Right into the mic, back at Mr. Wonderful. It was HIGH-LARIOUS. When I could finally breathe enough to form words, all I said was, "Check! Done. Goal accomplished."

We laughed so hard it took us 10 minutes to figure out what to order (which is saying something if you know me and my long-standing relationship with chicken nuggets). When we pulled through to pay Mr. Wonderful, I asked him if he says that to everyone or just late night customers. He looked us square in the eye and very solemnly declared, "Everyone. That's who I am." Good Moses! I lost it again, and called out, "Thanks Mr. Wonderful!" as we pulled forward to the Hi-C Sugar-shot goodness that awaited us a la siguiente ventana. And then promptly giggled ourselves silly all the way back to P-town.

Well. Worth. The gasoline.