Somewhere before Columbus, Indiana, Linda and I were getting a little hungry. It was lunch time and we were on the road, trying to put some miles behind us. We pulled off at a convenient exit to grab a bite. The sign said, if we went this way, we'd find some familiar fast food (I forget what brand name it was,) so we did. We drove a mile or so and still didn't see a sign of that brand but there was a Krystal Burger.
We'd never been to a Krystal Burger so it would be a new adventure. I pulled into one of the two drive through lines, paused at the menu board, and was asked what we'd like to eat. We had no idea. I saw an item "Lunch for two" and suggested it to Linda; she agreed and we placed our order. I pulled up to the window.
The lane I'd chosen made Linda the one who'd be receiving the food. Out came our drinks and a bag of fries... a good sized bag of fries. We positioned the bag of fries between us and nestled our drinks in the cup holders and prepared for the sandwiches. Right on time, the bag was ready to pass to Linda. Again, it was a good sized bag... actually, a surprisingly large bag... that looked pretty full. Linda took the bag and we headed back toward the exit.
Linda opened the sanwich bag and there were rows of boxes, each containing the standard waxed paper wrapped sandwich. There were a DOZEN boxes all neatly stacked in the bag. Granted, they looked a little smaller than most fast food burgers but not much. I've had White Castle before and these were larger than White Castle; these were three to four bites each. As we headed back toward the interstate, I was eating and Linda was unboxing and unwrapping. Surprisingly quickly, I'd eaten three or four and Linda was just getting to her first sandwich. She opted to start handing me the boxed burgers so now the issue was what to do with the empty boxes. Having been around pickup truck owners, the appropriate action is to toss 'em in the back... after all, it was a rented car. Linda suggested slowing down a little... the consumption, not the driving. I replied "You gotta stay on these or the cheese 'll set up." It was a memorable bit of our trip but, as you can see, one story that might have been just as well untold.
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Actual date of these events: 2009-03-14
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