When I pulled into New Haven, Connecticut late this evening, I was really hungry. My stomach, still on California time, had convinced me to wait until after we delivered our load to eat, and as always, I did what it told me to do. Unfortunately, my stomach didn't have the foresight to think that any quality eating establishment would be closed at such a late hour. Foolish internal organ! Now what?
Drastic times call for drastic measures... namely, Taco Bell.
Teenager: "You're our first big rig to come through the drive-through."
Me: "You're the first drive-through I've done in a big rig."
Teenager: "Here's your order."
Me: "Say hello to the Internet!"
8 COMMENTS:
What did you order?
What's the overhang and landscaping near the drive-by window look like after your visit?
If your tempted, don't click on that Salar link, either of em, don't know what kind of script that was, or if it was a joke... But i think Salar was trying to return the Hello Internet with a Hello Virus.
Yeah, that guy keeps leaving that message on all my posts' comments. I have to go in and delete them every time. I'm going to try and figure out how to make someone have to enter a code from distorted letters, like you, Aaron, have on yours.
In response to the anonymous comment... Let's just say it looked "different" and that I hope there were no surveillance cameras.
WOW>>>> Never tried that, Would like to. Did you have a trlr?
That's the one detail I left out... I was bobtail at the time.
Priceless.
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