Let The Hardheadedness Begin

Can you guess who I'm talking about? You over there, with your hand up. Yes! You are correct! This tale is indeed about Farmer H. I see a future valedictorianship in your future.

Wednesday morning, we left for the casino. As with all trips to our favorite casino, the first stop would be McDonald's about a half hour into the drive, when we get to the interstate highway. The Pony asked if we could actually stop instead of just utilizing the drive-thru, because a bathroom break was needed.

I asked Farmer H if he would go in to get the food, or just use the drive-thru after letting The Pony out for the facilities. We eat on the road, to save time. It's a 90-minute drive to the casino. Farmer H said he didn't think this McDonald's had a restroom inside for customers. It's adjacent to a Love's Truck Stop, and the bathrooms are in that part of the building. So he'd let The Pony go in there, and order food at the drive-thru as usual.

Is it just me, or would you think that Farmer H would stop in front of the Love's entrance, let The Pony go in, and proceed to the drive-thru once The Pony came back out? Doesn't that make the most sense? 

Farmer H got directly in the drive-thru line when we entered the complex. He was stunned when I asked what he was doing. "I'm getting the food, then I'll drive The Pony over to the other door."

"That's kind of backwards. The Pony has to go. And probably wants to eat the food when it's hot in the bag, not wait until after the bathroom."

"I'm fine, Mom. It's okay."

Well. It was not okay with ME! You guessed that, didn't you? I'm all about logic. There were already four cars in the drive-thru line. Usually we are the only one. I guess we hit it at the morning rush.

Then we saw the car ahead of us at the pickup window hand their bag back through the window to the worker. To me, that meant they had been given OUR food, and gave it back. Indeed, our bag looked crumpled at the top, as if it had been opened and re-closed, when we pulled up to receive it. This irked me, even though The Pony said it didn't LOOK like the sandwiches had been unwrapped.

Anyhoo... Farmer H drove over to the entrance to the convenience store side of the truck stop. The Pony went inside. I told Farmer H that I would have given him his Sausage Egg and Cheese McMuffin while waiting, instead of eating while driving, but The Pony had set the bag way back beside his seat, and neither one of us could reach it.

Serves him right! Farmer H always insists on doing things HIS way. Which is often the least convenient, with no rhyme nor reason.