As I pulled up to the drive-thru window to hand the worker my card and retrieve my delicious food she said "you come here a lot, don't you."
Yikes. Awk-ward. And just when I thought I was safe. Needless to say I haven't been back since. Except once. And yes, that same girl was working then as well. And yes, she gave me a knowing smile when she saw me again. And no, I won't be going there anymore. At least, not until I think enough time has passed to get to the point where she's either been promoted to assistant manager (or assistant to the manager) or has quit. Just something to get her out of the drive-thru window.
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That is hilarious. Miles away and we still are quite similar in our feeding habits. :) I was known on a first name basis by the girl at the local Little Ceasers when I was pregnant with Char. Around that same time I innocently stopped by a Wendy's for some chow and the guy at the window said, "Hey, weren't you just at the Orem store?" Yikes! Sometimes it stinks to have your own unique look. D'oh!
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