After an unsatisfactory couple of weeks in the world of fast food: poor service, incorrect orders, double charges, surly employees…I’ve concluded that Covid has left its mark. Whether or not Eli and I should have ventured into this world in the first place is a post for another day. Feel free to judge.
Tonight on our way home, after another bad experience…Eli reached his limit. As we sat in the drive through at Walgreens he decided that ‘No hablo ingles’ was the way to go. He drove so I had to lean over to shout my order through the window. ‘No hablo ingles’. The clerk looked confused. I changed the card on file and he said again to the clerk, ‘No hablo ingles’. She looked at me and I smiled and nodded and responded in English. We got our purchase. Before he rolled up the window, he looked back at her and said ‘No hablo ingles’. We drove off and laughed and laughed. Feel free to judge…
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