Just Walk Away

You know you're in trouble when you ask for a large strawberry shake and they ask you what kind.

I went to a drive thru fast food joint yesterday and was asked to come inside because there was trouble. My initial thought was to flee because trouble is not good and I am smart and I have seen similar situations on TV, but I wanted to see what kind of trouble would necessitate my going inside and curiosity won over intelligence.

After pulling around to park the van my major concern became the fact that I had not showered yet and my hair was going left and up at the same time, plus I was wearing short pants on a 36 degree day in the December winds and go-to-Sunday-meeting shoes which verified the fact that I have entered middle age and very possibly lunacy. Quite brilliantly I left my cell phone in the van to make that emergency call, if necessary, eventually. As I approached the counter inside to place my order, more conscious of my appearance than my surroundings, danger at hand obeying what I was asked to do to accommodate a complete stranger in time of peril, I notice the car that was behind me in the drive-thru was now receiving his order through the window.

I have since that time showered and I plan to prepare my own lunch today.