You Want a Hot Apple Pie with That?


This is not, “You Have Officially Turned into Your Grandmother,” part 2.  Mainly because your grandmother would not have entered a fast food drive-through.  However, this story reminds you of her again because of her gift to be able to giggle at herself.

Your son loves to share this story with everyone, and you laugh all over again every single time.  This is about parents multi-tasking and juggling way too much data in our brains.  This is not, I repeat NOT, an excuse, this is fact.  That being said, you and your son had seconds to grab dinner before you drop him off at the airport.  As usual, your mind is constantly speeding ahead:  you are a hundred steps, a hundred turns ahead in terms of times, dates and events–everything that will need to unfold in order to get him to where he needs to be, and to get you where you want to be.  You need to work on this, and learn to live in the present.  Sigh.

Meanwhile, dinner–quick!  You and your son are in deep conversation about his travel plans and logistics.  You need to make two more stops before you can hop on the highway and head for the airport.  You pull into the drive-through in order to grab dinner for two to go, asap.

“We’ll have two chicken sandwiches, two fries–”

“Mom,” he interrupts you, but you rattle on.

“Hush, just a sec,” you call aside.  “One lemonade–”

“MOM!” he yells.  You turn and stare at him in amazement; how dare he raise his voice.

“What?”

“MOM, YOU’RE ORDERING INTO A TRASH CAN!”

“What?”  In your haste, you recognize the fact that you are barking orders into a garbage bin. You stare at it, and then put the car in gear and hurry along to the speaker box a few feet in front of you, and start over.  Your son, at first still in shock, later begins to snicker as you start all over–this time, talking to a real live person, and not a can.  Once you finish and pick up the bags and cups, and peel out of the lot, you glance over at him, and start to chuckle.  You both have shared the same sense of humor for years.  Soon you are both howling in laughter.

Next time you drive-through, you pay careful attention to the shape of the speaker box, and ignore the boxy trash can.  And you realize that your son will bring this up at every given opportunity, of course.  And that’s fine–life is too short not to have a good old-fashioned belly laugh several times a day.  And life is way too short to rush through the drive-through.  Life is too short to rush through, period.

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11 Responses to You Want a Hot Apple Pie with That?

  1. Teri says:

    O.M.G. Too darn funny!! And this would, of course, happen with your son (a witness that will ensure everyone will find out about this) in the car. Love it.

    • Seriously! And if I’d been alone, would I have ever figured it out and gotten my hot Chic-fil-a sandwich to go? I do wonder what the people behind me were thinking, seeing this woman with her head stuck out the car window yelling into a trash can. Thanks, Teri!

  2. Beth says:

    I could laugh at that 100 times! I’m sure my kids could tell a few stories.

  3. What a great story! I seriously laughed out loud when I read it. It sounds exactly like something I would do with my son in the car too. And he would never let me forget it. Thanks for sharing it and being able to laugh at yourself. (There doesn’t seem to be too many of us left out here. ;-))

  4. Wait! I just saw your new headline. You drove a yellow Camaro back in the day in 1972?? I am sooooooo jealous! 🙂 I had the bell-bottoms, shag hair cut too, but unfortunately had to drive my parents’ car. So uncool. Ah, the memories. (sigh)

    • Thank you, Mama’s Empty Nest! Except hang on, wait a sec–the Camaro was actually supposed to be my “Dad’s car!” The only problem was that once he settled down into it, he could not launch himself back out of it very well–hmmm, having some of those same aches now my own self. So we are so not uncool, we are both too cool!

  5. Right there with you on that one! Nowadays, my main concern about a new vehicle isn’t what color it is, it’s whether I can get in and out of it easy enough! It’s bad enough to have aches of the heart since the kids have all moved out, but now we have aches in the body too??? Oh well….you’re right, we definitely are still too cool. LOL

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  8. That was a “Classic” meal! Hilarious! Thanks for sharing, Reeling. Don’t worry. Some day I will drive up to the bank’s drive through and ask for a medium coffee, light, no sugar. Great that you and your son had and will continue to have such a good laugh together!

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