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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.