So turns out today is a great day because it is both National Hot Fudge Sundae Day and Merry-Go-Round Day. As a former DQ Drive-Thru Girl, I have made more than my fair share of sundaes. And, now I want one.
God, the DQ drive-thru. Last year, the girl making my Blizzard and my husband's peanut buster parfait didn't put the lids on properly and when she handed me the tray, ended up dumping both desserts into my lap. I was very literally scooping handfuls of ice cream out of my car and throwing them out the window. She just stared at me and asked "do... do you want me to make those again?" When it gets really hot outside, my car still smells like hot fudge.
They give a smock to work a glory hole? Jesus what was the volume of dudes coming through that thing?
How dare you. There was never, ever any smock involved. Pants, top and a visor. Duh Juice. Yes, I am more offended by the smock portion of his post than the glory hole part.
I'm just glad they're not calling me 40 anymore, to be honest. I love you, Shegirl. I know you rocked that outfit like a hurricane.
I imagine your life a perpetual 80's movie with frizzy hair, delivering Sundaes to people via roller-skates, and cleaning "Big Hairy Pussy" off the mirror in the bathroom.
The crappy thing about 40 I imagine is you don't become 39 or 29 next year. No matter how hard you try you'll never not be 40, well hey I guess 41 isn't too far off so thats a plus.