It's What's For Breakfast.
Topic: Food
Some of you might be familiar with Spidor's Fourteenth Law. If you're not, please review.

I bring this up because I stopped for a breakfast sandwich on the way home from work this morning. Breakfast, you ask? Yes. Breakfast. I was in the mood for a McDingle's Sausage McCholesterol Monkey. I had my order all figured out, determined to have no difficulties in the line.

Last time I went through that drive through, there was some confusion, and admittedly, part of that was my doing. I was a bit confused, ordered a number 2 instead of a number 10, and the poor girl behind the LED Sign O' Order Verification had two conflicting neurons fire simultaneously and suffered irrepairable brain electrocution from too much power coursing through the normally idle mass. So this time, I wanted to engage a surgical strike, fire off my order with precision and exactness, and hope the decision I'd made to not order a combination meal did not result in a thought-induced RBE*

I drove up to the sign once again, the same location of my previous miscommunication. And I waited for the voice of the person that had my breakfast meal completely under their power, though they knew not even what I wished to order. It was kind of like how I imagine someone going to confessional; the guy on the other side of the screen has your Salvation in the palm of his hand, and he doesn't even know what you did yet. You're hoping to get away with a few dozen Hail Marys, two dozen Our Fathers, and time served. The anticipation has probably broken better people, and some have probably converted to Judaism rather than tell the faceless person on the other side of the screen that the alcohol made the memory a bit fuzzy, and they could not remember exactly how many topless dancers had fit into the Volkswagen. Luckily, I just wanted a sandwich.

I stopped at the sign and waited for some evidence that the people inside the restaurant were both alive and aware that I was there.

I waited quite a while. Or, at least, longer than I'd have expected to wait at a restaurant that boasts a 2 minute time average for the drive through. I waited about half a minute before I started timing. At least, it seemed like half a minute. I know I timed a full two minutes before I invoked the 14th Law. I pulled around, and saw two other vehicles in front of me, so I know they had to have been taking orders prior to my arrival. But during the two minutes plus that I sat there, for nobody to have at least said "Welcome to McDingle's. I'll take your order in just a moment." was a sign that they didn't need any more business for a while. I thought about going inside to see if someone was being robbed or maybe the window girl had gone "postal" on her manager. Perhaps the driver at the window was paying in food stamps and pennies, or wanted to use their Diner's Club Card. I did not go inside to find out, however, mainly because I was afraid that I would find out, and be forced to burn the establishment to the ground in the hopes that something more intelligent would be built on the wreckage. So, in order to maintain my calm demeanor and reduced blood pressure, I drove away.

I went home and had a leftover pepperoni and mushroom calzone that I had in the 'fridge. It didn't have maple syrup or eggs, but the refrigerator was a lot less annoying than the drive-through.

*Register Biscuit Embolism