Get Your Own Food!

What Is This?
This is a picture of Selena devouring my entire McDonald's meal.

Hate It Or Love It?
Don't you hate it when someone asks to share food with you and they end up eating almost the whole meal?

Me: "I'm gonna get a chicken strips meal. What do you want?"

Selena: "I'm not that hungry. I'll just have one chicken strip and a couple of fries from yours."

Me: "Are you sure? I know what that really means..."

Selena: "Yes I'm sure. I don't know what you're talking about."

After we get the food, I go back to get some honey mustard. When I get back I find two chicken strips. That's funny, I thought a combo came with three...
Then I look over at Selena who looks like she is trying to see how many french fries she can stuff in her mouth at once. She grins.

Me: "Okay, that's your one."

Selena: "Nope."

And before I can do anything else, she grabs another one and eats it. It's okay, though, because I think I've deciphered her code. "I'm only going to eat one chicken strip and a couple of fries" actually means "You're only going to get to eat one chicken strip and a couple of fries".

Can I Get Fries With That?

What Is This?
This is a picture of me at Sonic Drive-In. Yeah, it was windy there. Hence the new hair style.

Hate It Or Love It?
Don't you hate it when you go through a drive-thru (or toll booth or the entrance to a parking garage with the ticket-dispensing machine) and you end up really far from where you need to be?

Things like drive-thrus, toll booths and parking garage ticket-dispensing machines are built around one concept: convenience. You can get/receive items quickly without even leaving your car (what an American concept).

I have trouble enjoying this convenience because I often find myself more than an arms-length away from the target. At this point, I have two options: reverse and reposition my car or reach and hope I don't fall out of the window. So instead of being able to sit comfortably in the driver's seat, half of my body ends up hanging out of the car in an attempt to grab my cheeseburger, pay my toll or take my ticket.

Maybe I'm just a bad driver. And maybe I should adapt this post to be "Don't you have it when you have to deal with the consequences of being a bad driver?" But at least I'm not at my friend Tricia's level yet.

My Thoughts Exactly

What Is This?
This is Steve asking if I want to get some food at De Neve Late Night.

Hate It Or Love It?
If we're talking about Steve, then I'm not so sure. But we're talking about what's going on here. Don't you love it when you're going to ask someone to do something with you but they ask you the exact same thing first?

Here's the story behind the picture: I'm really hungry so I want to go to Late Night. I leave my room and see Steve walk out of his room on the other side of the hall. Before I can yell "LATE NIGHT??", Steve points towards the elevators and says, "DUDE, LET'S GO!" It's kind of one of those you-took-the-words-right-out-of-my-mouth moments. All you have to do is stop mid-sentence, smile and go. I guess great minds really do think alike.