This mild rant isn’t tough enough to stand up in the Pit so please bear with an upset chick for just a few moments please.
This is about my “Quest for Sweet Tea.”
Lately, McDonald’s has been advertising sweet tea - $1 for an extra large container - on TV and on billboards all over the metro ATL area.
There’s a McD’s a few blocks away from me. The need for instant gratification is what pushed me out of bed at about midnight (making sweet tea takes a few more minutes than I wanted to invest). I got up, put on my long coat to cover my nightclothes, and grabbed my purse.
The drive-through was busier than I anticipated. I waited patiently in line and finally made it to the order board.
“Two sweet teas with lemon please.”
“I’m sorry ma’am, we’re out of sweet tea. Would you like an apple pie?”
(Mild annoyance at being offered something I didn’t want after being told that the beverage I did want was not available)
“No thank you. Good night.”
I deftly pulled out of the lane and decided to drive to the 24 hour McD’s inside the local Walmart. The parking lot was much busier than I anticipated. Because of my attire (long green coat - pink P.J bottoms and blue sneaks), I wanted to park as close to the front door as possible, run in, grab my delicious beverage and sail on home. Alas, this was not to be.
I finally parked about 20 cars back from the entrance and many, many late night shoppers were treated to the sight of Jali, sans makeup, earrings or style. I quietly made my way to the McD’s and took a place in line. The blindingly bright overhead lights felt like a spotlight on my obvious fashionless look. (I expect to find my photo in a magazine, black line covering my eyes, in the fashion ‘don’t’ column sometime in the near future.)
I stood in line, eyes straight ahead and inched forward. (Finally, my turn - my turn!)
“Two large sweet teas with lemon please.”
“I’m sorry ma’am, we’re out of sweet tea. Would you like to order something else?”
“Will you be making more?”
Cashier decides to yell to the back, “Are we making any more sweet tea?”
Response from back, “No!”
I marched to my car - I will have sweet tea and I will have it tonight!
SR85 in Riverdale Georgia is a fast food lover’s paradise. There might be 20 spots in a 4 or 5 block length of the road.
I pulled into the Taco Bell drive-through (I’ve had sweet tea there before) and again waited patiently in line. I placed my order for 3 sweet teas, added a chicken rice bowl, was given my total and asked to drive around.
At the window the manager stepped up to speak with me. “Ma’am, I’m sorry, we’re out of sweet tea. Would you like something else with your rice bowl?”
“Please cancel the rice bowl, what I really wanted was the tea.”
I pulled out of the line a tad faster than my normal habit and had to slam on the breaks to avoid hitting a police car. The officer didn’t seem to notice and continued on his merry way.(Thank god, thank god)
I calmed myself and continued on my less than merry way to the next open restaurant.
I repeated the drive through formula (despite my lack of success all night) and pulled up to the window.
“I’m sorry ma’am…”
(Jali screaming ,“aaaarggh” inside while outside maintaining weak smile.)
“…we don’t have lemon. Would you like a splash of lemonade in your sweet tea?”
Finally.