Okay, I'm almost addicted to the DQ Banana Cream Pie Blizzard.
It's like crack in a to-go cup.
Thus, my Mexico waistline still eludes me.
Darla says just to find someone on the beach heavier and stand by her, and I'll feel better.
Anyway, today I had to run into town for a fax toner cartridge for work. The danger was eminent. The fax had actually stopped printing, and was flashing all sorts of lights and signals. I was happy to jump in to the rescue, and to pick up Banana Cream Pie Blizzards on the way back.
I get the toner, and make the call to the office to see how many delectable treats I need to be returning with. Head count = 4.
I get to the Dairy Queen drive-through.
The order speaker is at the back of the building, and I'm assuming cannot be fully seen by the girl working the drive-through.
The drive through is full, and I pull close to the speaker, but still about 1/2 of a car length behind. Apparently, though, close enough to set off the bells and whistles that tell the extra-helpful order gal that I'm there.
"I can help you whenever you're ready," she says.
I am silent. I pretend not to hear. I'm still 1/2 of a car length back, and don't really need to shout to the world that the chubby gal in the car by herself is ordering 4 blizzards. Albeit small ones.
Again. "Go ahead and order whenever you're ready."
I pretend my window is not down. After all, it's understandable that I may not have rolled it down yet, based on the fact that I'm still 1/2 a car length behind!!
Finally, the line moves forward, and I am able to drive up in front of the actual speaker. I politely order my blizzards, even though now she's a little annoyed because this is the third time she's asked.
4 Heaven-in-a-cup Banana Cream Pie Blizzards, with lids and a carrier, please.
No problem, please pull forward.
It appears as though there is now about a full car length between myself and the car ahead of me. I have a chance to be a hero! I can save the gal behind me from the 1/2 car length frustration and embarrassment!
I inch forward, trying to see if the gal can make it to the speaker.
I hit the car in front of me.
Quick, reverse! No, wait! Not so quick! Don't hit the one behind you, too!!
I properly secure my car, and lean out the window to thoroughly apologize to the car in front of me.
She is not impressed.
Thankfully, I was only going 0.025 mph, and it didn't actually hurt anything.
Except my pride.
Hopefully, she got a blizzard, too. I think if she did, she is already feeling a lot better about the whole ordeal. I know I am!
All because two people fell in love . . .
. . .with a blizzard.