Out to Lunch

 With all my food shopping done after hitting up four places to get all I needed which I did not, I wanted to treat myself to lunch.  Independent outdoor eateries were closed because it was Sunday.  So I had to settle for Carl’s (Hardees to you folks east of the Rockies).  I ordered a burger meal with a vanilla shake, and guess what?  Not product for shakes.  This past year I have failed more times than I have been successful in getting a milkshake with a meal.  That is in driving over 7000 miles in America.  I really wish I had kept a scorecard but I simply had no idea it would come to this.

Here I met Victoria, the cashier lady.  When she apologized about having no ice cream I heard her southern accent.

“Where are you from?” I asked.

“Guess” she said.

“In the South is best I can do.  I could listen to you talk all day long.”

With that she said “North Carolina.”

Women with a southern accent are captivating to me. 

We visited a bit more talking about humidity there.  But moving along, look at the plexiglass barrier.  It is useless.  Serves no purpose at all except to post signs about the nationwide supply shortage.  Customer and employee are conducting business (or talking about the South) off to the side.  The other employees are handing your order to you in the open space to the left.  It is absolutely ridiculous.  It never ceases to amaze me every time I come upon this silliness.