Last night Alicia and her boyfriend wanted some privacy to talk so I offered to get out of the house for a bit. I had been craving a milkshake all day so I thought I'd post up at a jack and the box, get a shake, and make some calls back home.
Well I pulled into jack in the crack (as we nicknamed it on the ave in seattle) at 10:30. The line didn't move for at least 10 minutes and even then there was still 4 cars in front of me. After 7 or 8 more minutes, 2 big trucks pulled out of line and I inched forward! By the time I reached the window to order (literally a half hour later) I asked for a small chocolate shake and the voice on the other side of the box said, "we're outta shakes!"
"you're outta shakes?" that doesn't seem like it should be possible.
It's like God (or the wasteline fairy) was screaming...DONT DO IT!!!
by the time I got out of jack and the box every other place near was closing.
I got desperate and decided to settle for just any old ice-cream, so I pulled into a CVS, luckily they had my favorite...Haggen Daz, Caramel cone...seriously, the shit!
I ate the whole thing in a single sitting as I sat stewing
It was the first time I kinda hated Baton Rouge.
who runs out of milkshakes!?!?
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