When it's cold outside, the last thing I want to do is run in and out of my car. Traveling with kids makes that even less desirable. Once, when I was pregnant with the Twinstroms in the dead of winter, the four year-old and I were on our way home from preschool, when I remembered that we were out of milk. Here was my train of thought (all-aboard!), I wish there were a drive-thru convenience store where you could just roll down the window and order some milk. Wait, fast-food places have milk!" And with that I took a sharp and quick right to the Taco Bell that was just ahead, and went through their drive through ordering... just... milk. They did look at me like I was a little crazy, but hey, I got my milk, and didn't have to waddle my too (two) pregnancy self through the supermarket. Now, if you're needing a gallon of milk, you'll need 16 of those little fast-food milks, so I don't really recommend that method for the full gallon, but when you just need a little to get by before you can run out again... just tuck that away in the back of your brain.
It also makes me think of a time when I drove through McDonalds and ordered myself a cheeseburger and one fry. I really just wanted one french fry, because I love the taste of their french fries, but I knew if I ordered a whole order, I'd eat them, and I didn't want to feel the way you feel after eating an order of McDonalds french fries. So, I asked for just one. I told them I'd pay for the small order, but I really just wanted one. A) I'm glad I had this conversation over the drive-thru, because I'd have been too embarrassed had I had it at the counter. B) You'd be surprised at how difficult this concept was to grasp for the people at the window. The outcome: I drove away with a cheeseburger and four fries. I guess they didn't feel right giving me just one.
Also, is there anything better than ordering fries at Burger King and getting the random surprise onion ring?
I recently wrote a post about the fact that nothing good comes after the words "at least." I still stand by that whole heartedly, but want to amend it momentarily. I went to grab lunch at the supermarket the other day when I was at work. On the way out to the car, with my hands full, I slipped and fell in the middle of the parking lot. (you'd be surprised how often I do this kind of ridiculous thing). All I was thinking was, "at least I'm not this chick!":
If that didn't get you giggling enough, have a giggle at my expense by reading my guest post for The Marketing Mama on what it's REALLY like to be a Mother of Multiples!