you pull up to the drive through window, accidentally drop your credit card on the ground when paying..
try to open the door, and see that you can't because you pulled too close..
glance in your rear view window to find a cop car that is so close you can't back up..
see the cop snickering at you as you try to squeeze your body through an opening that is not made for your "not as skinny as you were when you got married body"..
squeeze through while tearing and scratching your clothing and skin..
bend over to pick up the card and when getting back up bump your head..
say words that i won't print on this blog out of respect for my mother..
and then squeeze back in with the same difficulty, pay, and escape the glaring and laughing that is going on behind.. not to mention the lady at the drive up trying not to laugh..
only to look in your bag and see they forgot part of your order.. and maybe throwing a temper tantrum.