Last night we went through a drive-thru for a late dinner. I handed my son in the back seat his meal. I sat my husband's double cheeseburger in my lap so he could reach it. I left my single cheeseburger in the bag because I planned to eat my fries first.
Soon a voice from the back seat said, "It has pickles on it!"
I said, "Just throw the pickles out the window and eat your burger." So Eric threw his pickles out the window.
I then said, "I better check to see if there are pickles on my burger too." I unwrapped the burger in my lap and began flinging pickles out the window. After all the pickles were gone, I noted that there were also onions on the burger so I threw them out the window too. I sent as much of the ketchup as I could with the pickles and onions.
After that I mashed the burger as flat as I could. I always mash hamburgers before eating them. A flattened burger is easier to fit into one's mouth. My kids mash their burgers too.
Then I took a big bite out of it.
That was when my husband said, "Where did my sandwich go?"
And I realized that it was his burger in my hand, stripped of vegetables, smashed, and with a bite out of it. I shrugged, handed it to him, and said, "Well, it will still eat." And I will never hear the end of it.
Today I borrowed my husband's car to go to the bookstore. When I got out of the car, I noticed that my son's pickles were stuck to the car, embedded in dried ketchup. I guess he didn't throw them hard enough.
I imagine this was funnier if you were in the car and saw the look on Shannon's face when I handed him his burger but I had to tell the tale anyway.
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I was going to but by the time I got home from the bookstore and to the camera it had started storming and there were all kinds of weather alerts. I imagine the pickles are gone now.
When Wendys first opened here, and advertised "as you want it", I drove through and asked for everything but the meat. They refused to make it my way.
We need to see the evidence:)
But never, ever their shakes, they're made out of Crisco.
I did offer to go back and pick them up off the pavement for him. Does that count?
I've discovered that you can never change your order at Sonic (i.e., tell them to put no mustard on it, instead put ketchup and mayo with everything else the same). If you're lucky, the resulting confusion will give you a completely dry burger between two squished buns.
Usually the results are much more frightening...
Now, if I read your title the Filipino way, I'd say "Fickle Pingers and Boorger Massers"... which would really add to the confusion.
Funny vignette, Andrea. Your household is never boring.
I don't think I can throw them that far.
Incidentally, my wife knows better than to set things in her lap for me to grab. Just sayin'! :P
Regards,
Doyle I <~~~~~
When it comes to pickles: NOT WANT.
Luckily my better half loves them, so we're like Jack Spratt and all that.
I suppose it's a mitigating factor, provided you were going to lick them dirt off of them too.
And one time my brother threw a cantaloupe out the window because he wanted to see if it made a bigger splat than cupcakes.
It is no wonder the next car my mom bought had child proof automatic widows hehehe.
This is too funny.