Sounds easy, but the process is painstaking .
We were diagnosed with carpool tunnel syndrome
It left it's tracks!
Cashier: that'll be $8.16 Dad: use change Me: I dont have any change Dad: that makes no cents
I think it's carpool tunnel syndrome.
I replied, “Ain’t it a butte?”
Dad: we'll get a black coffee, a hot chocolate, and a green tea. Drive through attendant: would you like anything in the green tea? Dad: no, just green.
She asks me 'Do you have your wallet handy?'
Its in my back pocket so I reply 'Nope! It's currently ass-y.' (I then retrieve my wallet amidst being smacked around my head and shoulders)
The daughter had a cat sitting on her lap that looked really peaceful. I enjoy making small talk with customers about their pets, and so, referencing the cat, I ask "is that a he or a she?"
The dad says back to me "That's a she. She's my daughter."
I remember once going through a Dairy Queen drive-through, with my dad driving and ordering. This was in the years when drive-throughs were just switching to multiple windows, so they would instruct you as to what to do where.
The worker who took his order said, "Thank you, sir, that'll be $8.72 at the first window."
My dad replied, "Well, how much would it be at the second window?"
They didn't know how to respond.
..with my dad.
"I'd love to build a home out here some day", he said.
I saw a real estate sign on a large lot so I said, "There Dad. How about that one?" and I pointed to the sign.
He said, "Nah, I don't think we can afford it, the sign says:
'For Sale. Lots.'"
… And I said "OK, but I don't think he's working today."
The total came out to $20.76 so I get 21 dollars and a penny ready. Just before I pay, my dad looks over to me and says that I should get something that every good football team needs.
The cashier hands me a quarter back.
I remember this from when I was around 12 or so. My dad was in a convenient store drive thru and he was about the 5th car in line. When we finally get to our turn, the cashier says "sorry for the long wait, we had a little traffic jam there". My dad responds "hey, at least people weren't on foot, then you'd have a toe jam".
Ugh...
Dad: What do you call a cow with no legs.........!!!???!!
Everyone in the car:........wwhuut?
Dad: GROUND BEEF
Everyone:...........................ha!
I pulled up to Burger King and was asked what I would like to order.
Me: "ummm could I grab..."
Drive through guy: "You'll have to come inside if you want to grab anything."
Thought this fit here.
We're from NJ (he's been here his entire life). That part of the turnpike is how we get our bad name (smells, industrial, crime).
Every single time we drive through Elizabeth he proclaims, WHO'S ELIZABETH AND WHY SHE SMELL SO BAD?! followed by many self induced chuckles.
"I'm sorry about your wait, go ahead with your order."
"No problem, I've been trying to cut back a little!"
After I get my food, I turn to him and say
"Pastrami" (Pa, straw me)
He chuckled.
Teller: Thank you so much sir, have a wonderful day.
Dad: No thanks, I've got other plans.
The process is a little painstaking.
