So I was out running errands yesterday, and rummaging through my purse when I ran across a coupon for 99 cent mozarella sticks at Sonic. I looked at the clock and realized it was Happy Hour. Honestly, is there a better combination???
So I went to my local Sonic and drove through the drive-through. I reached the window, paid, and then sat there while the girl handed me my drink. I waited, and she looked at me and smiled politely, saying, "Have a great day!"
"Um, my mozarella sticks?" I asked.
"Oh!" she replied. "I'm sorry, I'm so used to you getting just a Diet Dr. Pepper that I forgot about them." Then she hurried around and handed them to me through the window.
And at first I thought, you know, when the car hops at Sonic know your drink order by heart, perhaps that's a sign that you spend too much time there.
And then I thought ..... naaaawwwwwwwww, it just means they're good at their jobs. I drive through there practically every day (shamefully, sometimes more than once a day) so it only goes to figure they would recognize the hot mom in the mini-van and know what she usually orders, right? (you know I'm being tongue-in-cheek about the hot mom part, right?)
Then today I drove through like I do every Monday on the way to piano lessons to get the kids happy-hour slushes. And when I pulled up to the window, a different car hop looked at me and said, "Oh, you're the one whose kids like to eat their slushes with a spoon. Hang on and I'll get you some."
So you tell me. Am I at Sonic way too much, or do we just have damn talented car hops???