sonic success

Confession:
I've never been to Sonic because I don't know how it works.

They offer a drive-through -- but don't have a window for pick-up. (Huh?) You can also order your food from the restaurant's nucleus and eat it outside on a picnic table. But isn't the whole point of going to Sonic to place an order and stuff your face from the comfort of your own vehicle? You're supposed to drive up to one of those order-board-dillies and pay for your meal by swiping your credit card -- like you're paying for gas. (Because gas and food are almost the same thing, right?)

The thought of eating there gives me a mini panic attack.

Tonight, however, I conquered my fear. (Obviously...) My brother and I meant to run to 7-11 for some hot chocolate/steamed milk, but we passed a Sonic and I was suddenly determined to have some tater-tots. I knew I had the right wingman -- so even if I messed up the entire experience it wouldn't be too humiliating. He had been there before and coached me through the whole process. It was rather comical. Bless him for being such a good sport.

With his help, I was able to figure out how Sonic operates. I still think it's crazy, but now I'm less intimidated. We successfully ordered some tots, made the typical Napoleon Dynamite jokes, and enjoyed our blended rootbeer floats. My rookie-run was totally worth it. Who says I can't try new things?

And yes, I just wrote a novel about going to a fast-food restaurant. I would.

The End