I'm not usually an angry person, but when your only job is to put my fast food items in a bag, don't forget my sweet and sour sauce or we're going to have a problem.
It's about eleven p.m., and there are three of us in the car about to embark upon a night of heavy binge drinking in Seaside to celebrate LH's birthday.
But Jess needs to eat first and I am obsessed with McDonalds and we are about to pass one, so Adri swings the car around and we pull into the wacky drive thru lane of the Pt. Pleasant Mickey D's.
We order a Number five with a Coke, 4 pc. chicken nuggs, small fries and sweet and sour sauce.
"Say we need sweet and sour sauce," I tell Adri.
She tells him and we get a price quote and a "pull up to the second window" from the guy.
Meanwhile, I'm telling Jess and Adri the story of how on our road trip to Virginia, Mike wouldn't go back for sweet and sour sauce when they forgot it and how it almost caused a breakup.
We pay the man, grab the bag start to drive away with the goods. I'm frantically shuffling through the bag looking for the sauces because I can not eat naked nuggets.
"Wait! He forgot the sauces!" I say. "Pull back around."
Adri pulls the car in a circle and we go back to the window.
"Excuse me," she says waving at the closed window. The drive thru man comes over and starts opening it. "I'm sorry, but we need some sauces."
I'm craning over from the passenger side trying to make eye contact with him so he can see just how angry I am when I say, "Hey. Can we also have some ketchup? And we need sweet and sour sauces, and we are not sorry because we asked you for them."
I hear Jess giggling from the middle hump in the backseat but this is no laughing matter.
He gives us a handful of packets and we drive off with Jess asking for her cheeseburgers.
"Can I just have some of your soda?" Adri asks.
I go looking through the bag for the straw to the soda that is capped and sitting in the cup holder.
"Motherfucker forgot the straw."