I went in to a fast food restaurant to get a drink.
I only ordered a fountain drink.
Just a cup of soda, which I’d have to fill myself at the self-service dispenser.
The teen-age cashier hands me a cup and lid, then asks,
“Is this for here or to go?”
I said, “It’s a cup. Does it really matter?”
She says, “Yes, because if it’s for here, we put on a tray. If it’s to go, it goes in a bag.”
I curiously replied, “It’s a drink cup, and you just handed it to me. Are you going to put my drink in a bag?”
She looked at me crooked and asked, “Why would I put a drink in a bag?”
Thinking she finally realized how silly the original question was, I proudly replied, “That’s what I’m saying!”
Again, she asked me, “So is it for here or to go?”
Being the wise guy I am, and not being able to leave well enough alone, I asked, “If I say it’s for here, but then I decide to leave, what happens then?”
She answered with something so blatantly obvious, I felt stupid for not thinking of it:
“We’ll give you a to go cup”
I walked away defeated…
~ Marty ~
Sometimes I worry about the future of our world.
Other times, I’m just plain scared.