My ex-girlfriend was at my house and was not feeling well and I asked her if she wanted me to get her some ginger ale or something (how sweet am I?) and she said yes. I had total bed head so I put on my ball cap and decided that I was going to conquer my fear of the "drive-thru"... I made Becky (who was also afraid) come with me. The closest "drive-thru" is literally a block away, but I don't think you can walk through the "drive-thru", so we drove the block to the "Beer Depot"
 It was quick, easy and painless. I'm still not sure about the whole "drive-thru" situation. I haven't been back since. Also, the ginger ale didn't help since it was her gallbladder, which had to be removed a couple of weeks later.Maybe one day I will give the "drive-thru" another chance. There's one up the street that looks very inviting. It's called the "Zip-Thru"
 
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