Dear Ms. Dumbass,
Look, sweetie, I can sympathise. When you’re buying something from a drive-thru, you want to get it immediately. It’s annoying to be told that it’s going to take a few minutes, because it means you’re delayed by an extra few minutes and your immediate gratification isn’t.
But when the clerk tells you to please park your car and wait for them to bring the food to you, that doesn’t mean you park your car in the driveway and block everyone else behind you. There’s an ample parking lot with dozens of empty spaces for your convenience; use one of those spaces, and let everyone else get their business taken care of, willya?
I know, I know, you’re probably afraid that if you move out of the driveway, the poor befuddled minimum-wage clerk might not be able to find you, putting you at risk of not getting your daily dose of deep-fried junk. But really, that seldom happens these days, because the odds are very good that those fast-food kids are a lot smarter than you – after all, you had four cars in line honking at you to move, and you still couldn’t take the hint.
I’ll forgo the gratuitous fat jokes, even if you easily outweighed me three times over, and your car wobbled visibly when you got out and left it parked in the driveway to go inside the restaurant – doubtlessly to get away from all the noisy drivers behind you. I really must wonder how someone as clueless as you ever managed to pass the driver’s test in the first place; hell, I wonder how you can get through a day without having reminders every five seconds to inhale and exhale, much less manage something as complex as a motor vehicle.
If you ever pull this stunt again, please do it in a more appropriate venue. May I nominate this restaurant instead?