Drive thru windows

Robert doesn't handle those very well. If you ask for anything that isn't directly on the menu in front of him he gets agitated. If you do get him to order it heaven forbid they should ask him to repeat it. And it's really funny because you know it bothers him but he will deny it. Cara says, "I want an egg biscuit." Robert says, "what's that? what's an egg biscuit? Do you mean an Egg McMuffin?" Cara replies, "no I want a biscuit with just egg." Robert asks, "well, do they serve that here?" See, he doesn't want to ask for something and then be embarrassed that he asked for it and they don't have it OR they ask him what it is. Another thing is our order has to be written down. If you want a really good laugh after he orders you a Coke, yell out that you changed your mind you want Hi-C Orange. Being the adult that I am, I'm on the floor laughing with everyone else. One time on our way home from vacation we stopped at a McDonald's for something to eat. I'm a little hazy on the details, you know, time passes and brain cells die. The girl was having nothing but problems getting our order. We would give her our order and she would read it back wrong. This happened two maybe three times. Finally she told us to go around to the window. We got to the window and I said, "Just let me tell you our order." She said, "no." Now I may be combining incidents here. I remember after she said no, I was not allowed to repeat our order, I told Robert to drive away. He just looked at me. I said, "oh my god just go. Forget it. We'll go somewhere else." Was I driving, Cara? Or was it Dad? I remember seeing baffled faces looking at us through those two swinging window doors. Of course we laughed. It was more than laughing. It bordered on hysteria. As always, a good time was had by all.

I was informed that it was Robert driving.