McDonald’s drive-thru

Sometimes we can’t trust the woman behind the window

By Halle Marr

Terri, my mom, gathered me and my sisters and we hopped in our Jeep to cruise to the nearest McDonald’s in Wayzata. In the drive-thru, we debated what we wanted to order. Terri knew what she wanted. Nothing satisfies her taste more than a creamy, smooth vanilla cone. The rest of us were conflicted. Hesitating and unable to make up our minds, no one was ready when the McDonald’s woman behind the window asked for our order. When she asked us what we wanted, we all bust out into laughter.

We weren’t even sure why it was funny, but once we start laughing it’s difficult to stop.

We were in tears trying to order, and the words were barely able to make it out of Terri’s mouth. After about eight minutes of laughing and changing our orders, Terri finally communicated our order to the worker. Then Terri rolled up her window and pulled forward in the car. I was expecting that Terri would follow the direction that the worker gave her and pull up to the pay window. Nope.

“I think they are going to spit in our food,” Terri said. “I don’t trust that woman! We’re going to a different McDonalds!”