True story. I'm not faking here. It was late. I was hungry and the boys had gone to some (dirty?) Chinese food buffet in the next town over, so I had to get something, right? So fast-food junk it was. I chose Harvey's and pulled in and around the narrow drive-thru. The friendly beach girl crackled in the speaker, 'Welcome to Harvey's How may I help you?' And then it went all down hill from there. Me: 'Ah...I'll have a #3 combo with a Pepsi and fries (I know, I know....bad blogger)...and I'll have 1 chocolate shake (for my Mom) and 1 side order of onion rings.' The girl had to ask me at least 10 times what I had said. At first I thought, my god, I've had a mini-stroke and I'm slurring my words, and then I got ticked off and thought, my god, those teenage beach girls working in there mustn't have any adult supervisor tonight and they're jerking me around for fun and then I repeated my whole order again...and again...and again...have I been transported in some inflatable flying saucer to another 'drive-thru planet'? This went on for what seemed like..oh...75 minutes...alright...I am exaggerating....why can't she hear me?......perhaps...3-4 minutes...why can't she hear me?.....and then I saw a young Harvey's boy in a pressed blue uniform walking towards me. I thought, my god, I did have a stroke and I'm hallucinating.....he leaned into the window and said very calmly, 'Ma'am. You're speaking into the garbage can.'