Special to the Tribune-Star
For those who know me well, they can say without contradiction I am not a patient man. But in this hustle and bustle world I’ve been a part of all my adult life, I’ve had to learn a little patience. On occasion, however, I find some experiences extremely frustrating.
I had done some outdoor work, was dressed in my ugly shorts and denim shirt, and told my wife I would go get a sandwich. She had been working on her flowers most of the day and this way she wouldn’t have to cook. And because I was dressed in this manner I would go through a drive-up, pick up the food and get home before the Preakness race began.
So I went to this place, ordered a burger and fries, and there was this SUV ahead of me just sitting there. It didn’t even look as if the motor was running. So I pulled off to the right to see what was ahead of him and what was blocking the progress. There was another car in front of him. Wow, I thought, I’ll be here all evening. I backed up, explained to the girl on the intercom I was the guy who ordered a burger and fries and could I come around and get them inside. The two cars in front of me were still there.
So I zipped around, parked my car and went inside, picked up my order and paid for it, exchanged pleasantries with the people inside, went out to my car, drove around the restaurant, and the SUV that had been in front of me was still sitting there. A truck had pulled in behind it. Had I waited, I still would have been in line waiting for my food.
I generally always felt that a drive-up order was for speed and convenience. I had always thought that ordering for the entire family, the kid next door, the daughter’s boyfriend and Aunt Harriet, was a little extreme for a drive-up.
I had to be in Rockville a couple of days later and I pulled up to this famous eatery thinking I would grab a coffee to enjoy on my way. A school bus was unloading a full, busload of kids and I quickly dropped the idea for coffee, swung around the bus, drove out and headed for my destination in Parke County.
I have no idea what the people in the two vehicles in front of me were ordering at the first restaurant, but I have a feeling it was a bunch. I need to remember this and avoid the situation the next time. I certainly don’t blame the staff at the restaurant … they were doing what they’re supposed to do.
I won’t exclude the restaurant from my shopping for food the next time, but the term “fast food” normally is associated with those two words … food you can get in your hands rather fast. I must be the only one in America who considers this to be a fact.
Ronn Mott, a longtime radio personality in Terre Haute, writes commentaries for the Tribune-Star. His pieces are published online Tuesday and Thursday on Tribstar.com, and in the print and online editions on Saturday.