Size me up, please.
On my road trip to New Hampshire we decided to do a drive through run at McDonald's for breakfast. As I pulled up to the speaker box I heard an unconcerned voice spit out, "Welcome to McDonald's. Can..." I placed my order of one Egg McMuffin and an Orange Juice. Once done the box replied, “What size orange juice would you like?” The feeling in her voice sounded as if she could care less what size orange juice I would like. Wanting to feel cared about I put the question back on her, "What size do you think I should get?" I expected a lame uncaring response, but instead the box surprised me when it said, "Depends on what size throat you have!" My guess was a medium, but she need to see me at the window to confirm it. Once I pulled up to the window she quickly agreed my throat was indeed a size medium, and handed me my corresponding OJ.
posted by beyondthestairs at 10:25 AM
7 Comments:
You can't underestimate how much that probably cheered her up. You, Aaron, are my hero.
Ya, she seemed to think we were great!
you are like my dad, he does that same thing. that's awesome aaron!
that's a funny story!
Wow. That's wierd. I would have said that you needed a large, it seems to me that you have a huge mouth. Not that that's bad. It's good because you can eat really big bites. And large orange juices. Isn't orange juice great?
Wierd picture you got there.
You know what Freud would say...
would freud say oral fixation?
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