Don'cha just HATE dat?
Last time I pulled up to the drive-up window (at Wendy's) only to discover
I was"without funds", I frantically searched for quarters on the dash -
and came up WAY short!
The Mutts knew where we were - so I was being bombarded with
"HURRY UP, Dad!" whines from the back seat (and the Little One bouncing on my lap)
when I noticed that Miz Wendy was no longer holding my Frosty out the window.
I quickly 'splained that my banker had neglected to filll my briefcase with
anything smaller than Thousands ... could we make a deal?
The only thing I had to "deal with" was a check book!
She didn't know about that ... she'd have to ask the Manager.
The staff meeting seemed to take forever --- with LOTS of stolen glances at
"the guy at the drive-up with all the Dogs".
I think they even called Corporate HQ ... Dave musta said it'd be OK.
As I was writing out the check; the Crew had assembled to "watch"
the guy pay for $5 worth of food with a CHECK!
Someone asked if the Dawgs would like a burger?
They'd just LOVE it, I answered.
A minute later a small box was offered ... the Protectives went WILD!
I thanked everyone and drove off with my RED Face all a-glow.
I opened "their" box - to find THREE single patties all stacked up ...
Wonder if Dave suggested that as a good-will gesture?
THANKS, Dave!
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