At the Drive-Thru

Why drive-thru's are awful...
The Scene: 6:30 on a Sunday night driving home from the "choo-choo" park
Owen, shouting from the backseat-"Eat! Restaurant!"

Pat and Kim have a lengthy discussion on whether or not to go to a restaurant or eat out because even though they didn't have plans on eating out...it is late and Owen's suggestion is a good reason for getting out of making dinner. Plus it's cute that he has a preference for dinner, even if that means he wants to eat anything that isn't from home...it's also the second time he's pulled this trick today...They agree on the Arby's drive-thru. Curly fries=yum.

Arby's guy--"Can I help you?"
Kim--"Yes. I need a #2 combo meal"
Arby's guy--"What?"
Kim--"A #2 roast beef combo meal"
Arby's guy--"Ok" (followed by incoherent mumbling)
Kim--"What?" (Pat translates from the backseat) "Oh, curly fries and a diet coke"
Arby's guy--"Anything else?"
Kim--"Yes, um..." (Kim frantically scans the menu for something "healthy" that is not a salad and gives up) "Um...a junior roast beef?"
Arby's guy--"Ok, is that all?"
Kim--"Um...another junior roast beef"
Kim pulls the car around to the window, pays the man and then...
Arby's guy--"Arby's sauce or Horsey sauce?"
Kim--"Yes, Arby's Horse. I mean Arby's sauce!" This is immediately followed by hysterical laughter from Kim. The kind in which you can't breathe or function.

Good Times. Immediately upon returning home the bag of food is unpacked and inside is a roast beef combo, 2 junior roast beefs, and 3 packets of horsey sauce. Sigh...