Somewhere on Route 66 It was more than 100 degrees outside the car. As I rolled the window down to place our order at Burger King, I swear my eyelashes singed. The sun-faded speaker box asked what I would like for lunch today.
Me: One fish burger, and...
Speaker box: Chicken nuggets, yes. Y’all want somethin’ else?
Me: No, a fish burger.
Speaker box: Ah beg pardon, two chicken nuggets. Got it.
Me: No chicken nuggets! None at all!
Speaker box: Take a deep breath, honey. We’ll get there. Speak slowly.
Me: F-I-S-H burger. Fish, like, um, fish swimming in the water.
Speaker box: Got it. One water. Anything else?