Every Friday, Photobaby spends all day with the babysitter, so Mark can have a break and sleep in. (Every other day of the week, he takes care of her in the morning and then she's only at the babysitter in the afternoon.) So, after he gets to sleep in, he meets me for lunch (since we don't see each other much with our crazy schedules).So, today we ate our yummy burrito bols at Chipotle, and then decided to run through McDonald's for some ice cream. (Yes, of course this is part of my diet on Weight Watchers!)
Anyway. We ordered, pulled around, paid at the first window, and pulled up toward the second window. And then we heard it. We heard the car in front of us die.
We were trapped in the drive thru.
No biggie. Mark said, "I'll just get out and help her push it out of the drive thru lane." I told him he should walk up on the passenger side, so he didn't startle the driver. I could tell even from our car that she was getting pretty agitated. (And who could blame her, right? How embarrassing!)
So he got out of the car, but before he could even reach her car, the woman yelled at him. And I heard my laidback, kind husband yell back at her, "I was just going to help you push it!" Apparently she was yelling and cussing at him. For offering to help.
Did I mention that she had a child in the car?
By the time Mark got back in the car, the McDonald's manager was walking out with my ice cream cone and Mark's milkshake. She apologized to us and then offered to help the lady in front of us. "Ma'am, I have some guys to help push your car out of the drive thru lane. Just put it in neutral." And sure enough, here come four McD's employees.
But the woman just yelled (and cussed) at the manager and refused to move her car!
This went on for several minutes, with the manager rushing around, apologizing to everyone and directing her staff to start bringing everyone else's food out and take their money. She told the woman that she could not leave her car there, pointed out the several cars backed up behind her, and eventually said she'd have to call the police if she didn't move.
She didn't move.
The manager called the police.
By this point, Mark was really annoyed. He was on a tight schedule and needed to drop me off so he could get to work. So he drove our Oldsmobile up on the curb, squeezed between the stalled (and psycho) car and a truck parked next to the curb, and got us out of there!
I was a little bummed that we didn't get to see the police. I wonder what happened... I wonder what was wrong with that lady! So weird...
