I'm working mornings this week, and every Monday pulling a shift that begins around 4:30 (or whenever I get there) I usually don't bother to make a meal before I head out the door. Because of that there aren't many choices. Whataburger, Jack-In-The-Box, QuikTrip, 7-11, or rummaging through the station refrigerator hoping no one is looking.
This past Monday morning I decided I'd treat myself to a Jack-In-The-Box meaty burrito. It is, indeed, tasty stuff. So around 4:00am I leave my plush North Dallas apartment and head to one near LBJ. (Fun fact: There are approximately 18,483 Jack-In-The-Box locations on the LBJ Freeway in my neighborhood. (Actual fact: Eric Bushman's 'Fun Facts' are usually not true.))
Pull in, order my food, and spin around and stop. And, stop. And, stop. "COME ON," I scream from the back of the wheel. I'm hungry, have to get to work, and really want to listen to 'Invisible Touch' in a continuous loop as I travel down Central Expressway. Turns out the bloke driving the vehicle in front of me had apparently fallen asleep. The woman in the window was throwing something at the car to wake the individual up. I'm flashing my lights and honking my horn.
I finally backed out, parked, and the fine folks behind the counter let me in the locked building where I obtained and paid for my food. I challenge everyone reading this: If you haven't tried backing out of a drive-thru without hitting the curb, the order box, the giant menu, or anyone behind you, good luck! The Bushmobile survived without a scratch.
What did I learn? There are two kinds of 4:00am fast food customers. Those trying to get to the early shift. And, those who might have partied a bit too much and are trying to keep the night alive and fail miserably while attempting to do so.