Fast Food To Go

Fast Food To Go

By Elton Camp

To get take-out at the fast food place
It’s a gauntlet that you have to face

The drive-through line extends so far
Yours could be about the tenth car

Then starts the ordeal that I so hate
Pull up and wait, pull up and wait

The driver of the car just ahead
At least seven time the menu read

It’s your turn the speaker to address
Don’t imagine it is going to be express

A recorded voice gives the offer for the day
“May a take your order?” a human will say

After ordering, expect to hear words as these
“Would you now repeat your order, please”

Attention deficit is required
If, for that job, anyone is hired

“Drive to the next window to pay”
The distorted voice will then say

Then when you manage to get that far,
The cashier drops change beside your car

Next comes the window for which you came
The one where your food order you claim

But one more stop should be expected
Inside counter where the order is corrected
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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O'Leary Avatar
March 1, 2013 at 11:51 AM
Funny... but sadly true... Terry
Camp Avatar
March 1, 2013 at 1:35 PM
It was inspired mainly by our local Mickey D's, although they have been doing better of late. For a long time they shorted orders almost every time, but somehow never gave too much even once. Elton
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