I met my mom at Panera the other day for lunch. It was a brisk 44 degrees (unlike the 74 today), perfect for soup. Apparently everyone within driving distance thought so too because the line was backed up to the door at 11:45 a.m. Now, I do not get out much these days; too much hassle. So Panera is a bit of a treat. I have always loved their orange scones, and their decadent coffee drinks are quite good but oh how I wish they had never started posting calorie content. Anyway, I should have just ordered my scone and coffee when I finally reached the front of the line, but I did not.
Surely the line will die down, I thought. If I order the coffee now, it will be lukewarm when I actually drink it, I thought. In reality, after about an hour when we had finished our lunch, Patrick was whining, Audrey was screaming, and the line was still stretche twice around itself and out the door.
Sigh.
So I went to the McDonald's drive-through for a peppermint mocha. The girl at the window had rather exuberantly applied neon green eye make-up. As I was paying, Patrick piped up helpfully from the backseat: "Mommy! Why does that girl have nail polish on her eyes?!"
