i *heart* sonic. i love getting a route 44 diet dr. pepper with raspberry flavoring. it is delightful. it is particularly delightful at half-price from 2-4pm every afternoon. now, it is rumored that i have timed my errand-running, or other such business, to be able to take advantage of 92 cent delightfulness. but it might just be a rumor. any-hoodle...while in northeast nebraska a couple weekends ago with my oldest sister (we were helping the middle sister get her home ready for selling...which it did sell - yeah!) i totally talked her into hitting the sonic drive-thru on our way outta town. she was driving. let me repeat: i was NOT driving. my sister is not much of a soda drinker, but was thinking one of the iced-coffee drinks might just be calling her name. so we get to the drive thru and this is how it goes down:
"are your iced coffee drinks part of your happy hour?" my sister asks.
"our happy hour is over," responds the drive-thru voice.
"wha? whah? when did it end?" i tell my sister to ask as i look at her dash-clock: 3pm. "it is from 2-4pm in omaha. every. day" i tell her to add. she follows instructions well.
"we used to have it from 7-9pm but we stopped doing it last week," responds the drive-thru voice.
"oh my world! are you are kiddin'? fine....i still want a soda," i tell my sister. and she begins to order my diet dr. pepper, but gets cut off.
"we don't have diet dr. pepper," responds the drive-thru voice.
"seriously?!" i say, loud enough for her to probably hear me. i look at the menu-board and find a suitable replacement for my heart's desire.
"fine, a diet coke. with raspberry" my sister orders for me.
"we don't have raspberry, " responds the drive-thru voice.
"what?!?!?!?!?!?! oooo-kaaaay, then just a route 44 sized diet coke" i say again probably loudly enough for her to hear me, and my sister repeats that, without my humpfhtgh noise.
"uh, we don't have route 44 size drinks," responds the drive-thru voice.
at this point i am thinking we must have the newest, dingy-est, non-attention, non-helpful annoying drive-thru employee e-v-e-r. and i am this close to asking for someone else to help us, but that would have been Ack. Ward. right? so, i start looking around to see if we have morphed into the twilight zone. or are somehow on some star trek holideck (not that i even really know what that means, but that phrase has evoked humor before and i am hoping it does it again now). and then i see it.
it is a large sign denoting the name of the restaurant. the restaurant that we are in the drive-thru of. and, well, it is NOT sonic. it is culver's. so, no they probably do NOT have a happy hour, like the omaha sonics have. they probably do NOT have diet diet pepper. probably no raspberry syrup to flavor a diet dr. pepper, if they even had that kind. and, yep, NOT a route 44 size of beverage. and it is then the giggles begin. i cannot even hardly speak to tell my sister that we are NOT in the sonic drive-thru. somehow she realizes what i am trying to say...and she tries to tell the drive-thru voice how our niece used to work at culver's and we always came here when in town, but what we really wanted were 1/2-price happy hour drinks at sonic...which is right across the street from this culver's. do you think she was amused? not so much. in fact (well not really fact because this is mostly just my guessing, or what i would've done as a teenager working the drive-thru) she probably told her co-workers that there are two dumb, drunk &/or stoned old ladies in the drive-thru who are lost. or insane. or both.
the drive-thru voice at the sonic was also not amused with the story of our blunder. but we got our drinks. and even though i would burst into spontaneous fits of laughter without warning, none of the diet dr.pepper with raspberry flavoring came out my nose. or was spilled all over my sister's brand new car. and we still laugh about this incident. in fact, we laughed about it in a phone call earlier tonight.
and we have come to a few conclusions:
1) we are not dumb.
2) we were not stoned.
3) we are not insane.
4) we were a bit lost, obviously.
5) we are certain that the pitcher of lime margaritas on the rocks that we shared at lunch at our favorite authentic mexican restaurant had nothing to do with this incident. i repeat: absolutely nothing to do with this.