After helping my mother and grandmother finish up moving into their new house, Honey and I went with them to the local McDonald’s for a quick bite to eat. We used the drive-thru because we still had a couple of things we needed to do after eating.
Our McDonald’s is situated so that there are city streets at the front and back of the restaurant, and it has entrances from both streets. Most of the patrons enter the parking lot at the front of the restaurant and either park or get in line for the drive-thru lane that wraps around the building. This line of cars often literally goes from the front entrance all the way around the restaurant to the window on the other side. I’ve created a rather elementary graphic for demonstration purposes.
Almost every time I am sitting in this line of traffic, someone will enter the parking lot from the back entrance and awkwardly point the nose of their vehicle towards the oncoming line of drive-thru traffic until someone lets them in (see the red arrow in the accompanying graphic). This doesn’t go over very well with the patrons who have been waiting their turn for several minutes, yet these intruders seem to think using the back entrance somehow entitles them to cutting in line. This is definitely one of my biggest pet peeves.
Several months ago, Honey, Liz, and I were in this exact situation. We had been patiently waiting our turn when someone entered from the back and tried to inch the nose of their vehicle in front of ours. Honey was driving and would have none of it, so the driver and passenger in the other car started flipping us the bird. Honey flipped one right back. I was mortified since I was sitting on the passenger side; the side nearest to the offending vehicle and most likely to take any bullets that were sure to fly if the encounter escalated. Thankfully, it didn’t.
Tonight’s visit to Mickey D’s found us in much the same situation. We entered from the back street, but since I try to practice what I preach, I drove all the way around the restaurant to get in line the proper way. As we waited, true to form, a vehicle entered from the back street and started inching its way forward. When it became clear that they intended to cut in front of our car, I did my best to stick as close to the bumper in front of me as possible. This really set off the line-cutter, who proceeded to flail her arms about in the air as if to say, “What in the hell are you doing? Can’t you see that I deserve to cut in front of you even though I haven’t been sitting in line as long as you have?”
Despite every fiber in my body telling me not to, I let her in. I was seething, but holding back because Mom and Grandmama were in the backseat. As I placed our order and moved around to the window to pay and pick it up, I noticed that the offending driver had been told to pull over to wait for her order. I turned my head to glare at her as I drove by, wished looks really could kill, muttered “Bitch” under my breath so the maternals wouldn’t hear, and felt glad that even though she had cut in front of me, she was still waiting for her food while I was continuing on down the road.
Yep. Even I have a dark side. :P