SHE ROLLED HER EYES

I went through the Burger King drive through yesterday.
“I’d like the #1 Whopper with no cheese, no ketchup, and extra veges. Fries and a diet coke.”
“Would you like cheese on that?” they always ask.
Always always always.
Sometimes they will interrupt me right after I say “”the #1 Whopper” to ask about the cheese.
I try to remain polite and repeat for them:
“No cheese, thank you, and no ketchup, with extra vege's. Fries. And a diet coke”
They will repeat the part about the cheese and ketchup, but usually they get hung up on vege's.
“Is that like the pickles?” they ask.
“Yes, pickles, tomato lettuce and onion”
They repeat back “ Pickles, tomato and lettuce”
“And onion” I remind them “with a diet coke and fries.”
But now its time to revisit Ketchup.
“The Whopper already comes with Ketchup” they say.
“Right. No ketchup for me please”
But by now I am a little worn out and I’m starting to lose patience. So when there is a 10 second stretch of silence as they ponder what a vegetable is, and then ask me again “Would you like cheese on that?” even though I know they are hard-wired programmed to ask me about cheese because cheese is a little confusing, there is always a lot of confusion over cheese, especially when you order a cheeseburger and ask for no cheese, which doesn't happen to be the case right now, but one can never be too sure about cheese, I’m probably not all sweetness and light when I scream “NO! NO CHEESE”.
Then when they ask what kind of drink, and if I want "fries with that" it just about does it for me because “”the #1 Whopper” includes fries at least in theory.
I’ve learned to take a deep breath, and in the softest most angelic voice I have “Oh! I would love a diet coke. And yes, fries would be nice.”.
But yesterday. Yesterday. Let me tell you about yesterday.
After going through this exercise and getting to the window they weren’t done with me yet.
She handed me the bag and I asked if she had put ketchup in there for me.
“I thought you said “NO Ketchup” she says, obviously perturbed.
“Right. No ketchup on the burger.”
“So you want ketchup NOW? she says.
“Yes please, for my fries”
And that’s when she rolled her eyes. She really did.
She rolled her eyes.
But that’s OK. I figure I deserve it.
All those times at the Jack-in-the Box on lunch break with your 3 very stoned friends, 1975. The driver rolls down the window, smoke pours out.
Jack: “Can I take your order?”
Driver: “Ummm, yeah man, what did you want?”
Backseat #1:“A coke, a super taco, and some fries”
Backseat # 2 “ Lemme have a Whataburger with no pickles and a shake and onion rings”
Driver “Dude we are at Jack in the Box”
Backseat #2 “Huh?” (muffled laughter)
Driver: “Dude, I’m trying to order, we are at Jack-in-the Box, get a fucking grip”
Backseat #2 “Is that where they have the big Macs?” (car explodes with laughter)
And it just goes downhill from there, right?
Once you started laughing, that was it.
How we didn’t starve, I don’t know.