|Feeling special, but I don't know why . . .
||[Dec. 31st, 2017|10:32 am]
Phrembah (a potato-like mystery)
By the time I left the Guild, the Starbucks across the street was closed, so I stopped at the McDonald's at Yale and Central to get a coffee I could nuke in the morning. When I got to the window to pay, the Millennial working there said "Gerhfma schplurhdis floaogaswash." When I had him repeat it he said "Gerhfma schplurhdis floaogaswash" again but it almost sounded like "Your order has be canceled." "What?" I said and when he repeated "Gerhfma schplurhdis floaogaswash" for the third time, I could just make out "Your order has been taken care of." I said, "Really?" and he nodded and ushered me through to the pickup window. So I got my coffee for free. But it wasn't a long wait or anything. Cool. I guess.
After rather extensive spiritual reflection, I'll bet it was the guy in the car in front of me who who paid for my coffee. The guy I was cursing under my breath about the length of his transactions at the order box and the pay window---some people just can't seem to pinch it off. Thanks, whoever you were.