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Monday, March 24th, 2008
Open Mouth, Insert Toddler Sized Velcro Shoe
The family took Dave to work this morning because: 1. We can only afford one vehicle on one income. 2. Apparently frost means it's too cold for Dave to ride his bike. 3. I had things I needed the car for today. It is not unusual for Dave to stop for a Sausage and Egg McMuffin on the way to work. Pretty soon, I will be saying, "it is not unusual for Dave to have a heart attack after climbing a flight of stairs." But anyway...
Anybody at the Heinzel Family Easter Dinner Extravaganza might recall Dave mentioning the "smallish man" that works at this McDonald's. Dave called him a midget...a man he could trust. I said Dave could trust that the man would not pick his pocket. We're a very politically correct family.
We ordered Dave's breakfast heart attack at the dreaded second drive-thru lane. This is off-topic, but who actually trusts those things? They seriously give me anxiety. I can't handle it. I mean, after you order, you are forced to merge into one line to pay and pick up your food. And we all know what the IQ level of the workers is generally thought to be. I just don't trust that they can handle it. Anyway, after ordering, the man says, "Your total is $2.36. Please have your money ready." And it was a little forceful...possibly angry the way he said that.
As we approached the first window, I scrambled for change to have the freakin' money prepared to throw at the man with the tiny arms. Ethan was saying something like, "It opens by its self?" I had no idea what he was talking about. I guess he was watching the drive thru window and pondering how that crazy thing worked. Dave was paying attention, so he answered, "No honey, there's a small man in there and...." And his voice trailed off. I assume he realized the mistake he made because I believe Dave then tried to say it was a big man behind the window. Oh boy. How deep can can you dig this hole?
Meanwhile, I was just praying our transaction would be very short. Throw the money into the tiny outstretched arm. Keep the van rolling and move on to the second window! Oh no. We came to a complete stop at which point Ethan exclaimed from the backseat that what he was looking at was indeed a "SMALL MAN!" not a big man.
Oh. My. God.
Open Mouth, Insert Toddler Sized Velcro Shoe
The family took Dave to work this morning because: 1. We can only afford one vehicle on one income. 2. Apparently frost means it's too cold for Dave to ride his bike. 3. I had things I needed the car for today. It is not unusual for Dave to stop for a Sausage and Egg McMuffin on the way to work. Pretty soon, I will be saying, "it is not unusual for Dave to have a heart attack after climbing a flight of stairs." But anyway...
Anybody at the Heinzel Family Easter Dinner Extravaganza might recall Dave mentioning the "smallish man" that works at this McDonald's. Dave called him a midget...a man he could trust. I said Dave could trust that the man would not pick his pocket. We're a very politically correct family.
We ordered Dave's breakfast heart attack at the dreaded second drive-thru lane. This is off-topic, but who actually trusts those things? They seriously give me anxiety. I can't handle it. I mean, after you order, you are forced to merge into one line to pay and pick up your food. And we all know what the IQ level of the workers is generally thought to be. I just don't trust that they can handle it. Anyway, after ordering, the man says, "Your total is $2.36. Please have your money ready." And it was a little forceful...possibly angry the way he said that.
As we approached the first window, I scrambled for change to have the freakin' money prepared to throw at the man with the tiny arms. Ethan was saying something like, "It opens by its self?" I had no idea what he was talking about. I guess he was watching the drive thru window and pondering how that crazy thing worked. Dave was paying attention, so he answered, "No honey, there's a small man in there and...." And his voice trailed off. I assume he realized the mistake he made because I believe Dave then tried to say it was a big man behind the window. Oh boy. How deep can can you dig this hole?
Meanwhile, I was just praying our transaction would be very short. Throw the money into the tiny outstretched arm. Keep the van rolling and move on to the second window! Oh no. We came to a complete stop at which point Ethan exclaimed from the backseat that what he was looking at was indeed a "SMALL MAN!" not a big man.
Oh. My. God.
Calling out the midget was hilarious though. "Don't tase me, little man!"
Egg McMuffin inventor Herb Peterson dies in California at 89