The Dual Drive-Through

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The Dual Drive-Through

8/25/2015

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On my way home from work today, I decided to stop at McDonald's for lunch since I knew I was going to be spending most of the afternoon doing yard work. The one closest to me has a dual drive-through and I must confess I'm really weird about it. When I do the drive-through, I almost always get annoyed if someone else comes in after me, goes to the other side, and gets to the window before me (...which is just about guaranteed to happen, dang my luck)! Indignantly I'm screaming in my head, "I was FIRST!" This completely messes up the way my world is supposed to be ordered. I have to talk myself out of my crazy before I get to the window so that I don't bite the head off of the poor drive-through person (because otherwise I totally will). It's a good thing my southern manners are a stronger compulsion than my cranky, righteous indignation. I do often wonder if I'm the only goofball who feels this way about a dual drive-through order of operations!

I know, it smacks of my Type A/OCD personality that something so trivial just flat out gets under my skin. Thankfully the people who love me happily put up with all of my quirks. I'm generally not a fan of "fast food" anyway, so the drive-through injustice rarely occurs. I knew it was a mistake taking the easy lunch way out today and I wasn't wrong. Besides having to deal with the conehead who came after me and beat me to the window, the food gave me a wicked tummy ache! Next time I'll save myself the stress, calories, and insult to my digestive system.

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About The Author

I grew up in rural North Carolina. When I was only nineteen, I moved away and became a military wife. My only aspiration at that tender time in my life was to create an adult life that "fixed" all of the "injustices" of my childhood. Secretly, however, I wanted to reach for the sky! I wanted to be a writer and find ways to "save the world" (my mother used to say, "You have Save the World Syndrome".). Mostly, I wanted to matter.

Since then, I have learned to reach well beyond what I ever dared to think was possible. I've learned not to allow fear to stop me from whatever future I want to create!

What keeps me grounded? My Tribe! What provides the wind beneath my wings? A well of reserves filled with unstoppable passion!

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