I did it. I was up until 6 a.m., but I managed to get my paperwork in order. Then, after a few hours of sleep, I took it all to the accountant. It’s out of my hands! It feels almost as good as getting a manuscript in the mail after a wee-hours run to the post-office-that’s-no-longer-open-24/7. Hey, maybe it’s that post office’s fault that I can only write in fits and starts these days. Bring back my 2 a.m. sure thing, Universe!
After the accountant, I cheated on Starbucks with a quick stop at Jack in the Box for an iced coffee. I know! I feel so guilty. However, their drive-through has its advantages, like this sign I shot:
This reminds me that I recently met, through a mutual friend, a young woman who works at Jack in the Box. When I heard this about her, I said, “Oh, REALLY? Well, I don’t know about YOUR Jack in the Box…”
At this point, I could see her bracing herself for some bitchy customer rant.
I continued, “…but I swear they give good drugs to their employees at the two Jacks closest to me, because I LOVE the women who work there.” And it’s true. They’re always happy, always nice. And even though I really, really try to limit fast food runs, sometimes I go there just because I know someone will make me smile. Today was no exception.
This is not an invitation to hear sucky Jack in the Box stories. Let me have my illusion that Jack in the Box is the hamburgery version of Candy Mountain. Only without kidney thieves.
I have never been to a Jack In The Box … Jack looks like someone that David would be scared of, I have been to a Sonic though for cherry limeade and they are delish and always make me happy!
Me either! I think the only time I’ve ever seen one was when I was traveling out of state. However, that sign both scared me and cracked me up.
both scared me and cracked me up
Like love. Especially if you’re F. Scott Fitzgerald.
Jim once missed a flight because Timmy wanted Jack in the Box.
True story.
This is not an invitation to hear sucky Jack in the Box stories. Let me have my illusion that Jack in the Box is the hamburgery version of Candy Mountain. Only without kidney thieves.
I dunno, I think the one on Waugh/W. Dallas swiped my kidneys while I was in the drive-thru. I woke up with a scar and a crown that said “Bo-nana King.”
Oh, that’s always happening to you. I don’t think you can blame Jack. Though there have been times that the drive-through was slow enough to give the kidney thieves time, for sure.
Also, this is the second time in a week you’ve given me the Bo-nana King ear worm.
I do what I can for my friends. Even if it’s something a wee bit evil.
I don’t think I’ve ever eaten at a Jack in the Box. We don’t have them here in NYC.