Blowing & Drifting

Tonight we hit the Wendy's drive-through for dinner. Julia was thoroughly perplexed by the whole deal, from why I turned down the order-dude's attempt to upsell ("Would you like to try a combo today?") and why we gave "that man" (actually a woman) our money but didn't get our food to why we weren't going inside ("Oh, Mama's at home waiting for us") and why the front of the car (where I had the food) "smelled so good" but not the back. She did like her (half) cheeseburger and her dozen fries, though. We must never mention the Frosty. (For her part, Vivi liked neither the fries nor the burger, and ate nothing but the pickles from the burger and some peas.)