I re-did our blog format a few weeks ago, and in doing so I changed the subtitle to the blog. I have been DYING for someone to ask me about it, just so I could make this post. Someone (ht: Brian Dickman) made a comment this morning on it and I got to tell my story. I now share it with the rest of you:
So on Monday, May 5th (yes, Cinco de Mayo) .justin and I played basketball at the local middle school (I try and play every Monday). I was giving .justin a ride home and he requested that we stop so he could bring ice cream home to his wife. I didn't have a problem with this and so afterwards we headed down to Dairy Queen to pick up some frozen treats. Here is a (as best as I can remember it) transcript of our encounter:
DQLady: Weclome to Dairy Queen I can take your Order whenever you are ready.
Ryan to Justin in the car: Do you know what you want?
Justin: I want a Triple Chocolate Extreme and a Strawberry Cheese Quake both double stuff, I also want a burger but I am not sure which one. Go ahead and order while I think.
Ryan to DQ Lady: Alrighty, I would like to order a Triple Chocolate Extreme double stuff, Strawberry Cheese Quake double stuff, and a regular Cookie Dough, all medium. I also will order some food, one second.
Justin to Ryan: I'll take the Flamethrower Burger meal
Ryan to DQ Lady: Alrighty, and a Flamethrower burger meal
DQ Lady: I'm sorry, the burger machine is broken.
[a good 5 seconds of stunned silence]
Ryan to DQ Lady: Uhhhh... you mean you turned off the grill?
DQ Lady: We can't make any burgers because the machine is broken.
[another good 5 seconds of stunned silence]
DQ Lady: We can make fries and chicken, if there is anything else you would like.
Ryan to DQ Lady: Just one second, thinking about what we want
[justin debates what he wants, finally decides on a chicken sandwich]
Ryan to DQ Lady: I will have a Flamethrower Chicken Burger meal
DQ Lady: I'm sorry, but we can't make that, the machine is broken.
Ryan to DQ Lady: It's chicken, I thought you could make chicken....
DQ Lady: Oh, I guess we can make that, your total is (I don't remember) please pull forward.
At this point Justin and I pulled forward (in to what turned out to be the slowest line ever, took a good 30 minutes to finally get our food, definitely not FAST food) and the entire time we just kept cracking jokes about "the burger machine." I have a feeling that phrase "the burger machine is broken" will go down in my personal history as one of the funniest things I have ever heard. Maybe you had to be there, but for Justin and I, it was a healthy dose of laughter that evening...
Hence the new subtitle to TheSmithHome: "The burger machine is broken"