Back in the late 80’s I was with a couple of buddies hanging out at McDonalds. One of my friends was crushing on a girl that was working there at the time. He had let all of us place our orders first so he could hang around the cash register a while longer and chat with her. (Remember this was long before texting, so if you wanted to get to know someone you actually had to talk to them.)
The rest of us were hungry and the thought of waiting for him to rejoin us never entered our minds. Food was meant to be eaten. I had just finished assembling my McDLT.
(Anyone remember McDLT’s? Keeps the hot, hot and the cold, cold?)
George seemed to be pretty excited about them back in the day. Check it out.
I was halfway through my meal when my love struck friend rejoined us with a grin on his face and a look in his eye that seemed to indicate he no idea any of us were there, nor did he care. His mind was someplace else with beating hearts, pretty smiles, and a voice like honey. He reached for his drink and took a sip through the straw.
Suddenly he came crashing back to reality and slammed the paper cup back down on his tray, sputtering. We all stopped eating to look up. His face grimaced. A sound of disgust issued forth within. Mumbling and grumbling he finally spit out, “root beer! I hate root beer!”
“Did she get your drink wrong,” I asked? “Bring it back. Get her to change it.”
He shook his head with a look of sadness. “I can’t.”
“I ordered it.”
“I don’t understand. If you hate root beer so much why did you order it?”
My friend looked at us and slowly shook his head. “She asked me what I wanted to drink, and I didn’t know what to say!” I can believe this, he was often left speechless when a pretty girl spoke to him. “While I was trying to remember how to say Coca Cola she suggested root beer. She’s so gorgeous I couldn’t say no. Now I a stuck with root beer! Arggg!”
We made fun of him as he went thirsty the remainder of the night.
I thought to myself, how silly can someone get over a pretty girl. You’d never catch me acting that foolish! No way!
Not long after that event I foolishly became the owner of a bright pair of red canvas sneaker boots that I had no idea I was ever going to buy.
That story is coming in part two.