Have it your way… but three people will have to make it.

Driving home from West Virginia Sunday, I desperately needed a caffeine drip for the five hour drive home. I pulled over at a McDonald’s for an iced latte. Usually a combination of the sugar and coffee perks me right up. Needless to say, upon arriving at the pick-up window, the gal handed me a medium HOT coffee.

When I stated that I ordered an iced, all amounts of WTF-ness ensued. I had to repeat at least 15 times what I had ordered — even offering to hand her my receipt (which had the correct item listed). I have to keep correcting the staff: first, one idiot thought icing the coffee meant to just throw some ice into the hot coffee; second, another woman (looked like a shift manager) kept saying the word “small” (when I ordered a medium); and further correction-after-correction about it being a latte and not a coffee and with vanilla flavoring… Many apologies occurred on behalf of the staff — with the three of us in the car cracking up as to “how many people does it take to make a latte?”

The best part of the window was the woman who initially handed the coffee to me, started mumbling about something — at first, I was picking up random bits of info, but it sounded as if she was upset. Opening my ears a bit more, I listen to her bitching about her daughter leaving her for a man in another town, and how now she’s all alone — “ALL ALONE.” She even muttered “shiiiit” in what was quite possibly the crux of all drive-thrus. It was completely random and wholly hilarious that she would retell her story to three strangers sitting at a drive-thru window. Poor woman must have really felt ALL ALONE.

For my extended “trouble,” the shift manager handed me a couple of free iced coffee coupons (which I already lost, dammit) and my takes-four-people-to-make-an-iced-latte latte.

Not surprisingly, it tasted like shiiiit.

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