Dear Mr. Impatient.
I am fairly certain you are related to the suntanned, flip-flop wearing, corona drinking god that I encountered at Wal*mart last week.
Let me tell you how this works....
When there are still 3 cars ahead of me in line in the drive thru...DO NOT and I repeat, very nicely, DO NOT, honk your horn at me. There was no need for me to pull forward when the window was occupied. I am a correct change counter and this morning had problems distinguishing between nickles and quarters! Since you decided to act like a jerk, my vision suddenly became worse and, as I spoke to the girl at the window, I had to dig my glasses out. Did you know that today is her daughter's 5th birthday? What a proud Mama she is! Oh and her Grandmother is having surgery on Friday. Probably ought to say a special prayer for her. Continuing to honk your horn and wave to me with your middle finger, BEFORE I HAD A DIET COKE, didn't help your cause, any at all. Once I pulled to the second window, I thought it would be best (while I was stopped) to fire off that important text message and then, can you imagine, I couldn't get the paper off of the straw!? The girl at the second window has no AC at home and was having an awful morning. No worries though, I took the time to make her smile by tell her how great her hair looked today! Now you know how my world works, welcome to it!
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