“Walk through the drive through”
Tried that...sense of humour failure occurred. RULES!
Making engine noises isn’t acceptable...apparently.
They did not think of walking up to the drive-through microphone to order, then walking around to the window. I don’t know whether it would have worked. Maybe their dad will get a little time later today to go get them some things. The van is too big for it.
Anytime you’re up against government rules, you should pretty much expect a humorless experience.
But, then, that can be true in the kitchen, as well. I personally find no humor in the apparent rule that dishes I’m the sink awaiting their turn in the washer may not be stacked in orderly fashion. Someone, it seems, feels the need to compete with Pisa for “Most Precarious Edifice,” which — in a fit of A.I. humor — autocorrect rendered as “Ex-wife.”
Much like Corelle stacked haphazardly, these can be quite precarious, as I understand from some who have them; more so than the non-ex variety. Notably in the context of this missive, kitchen sinks and their sometime comments, act as an amplifier of this precarious quality.