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bunnyhugger was finally knocked out of the Women's North American Championship Series, we had a couple hours. We spent some of it sitting together and being amazed at just how great she had done, and then figured to go get coffee and maybe a snack before the next event. That would be the Satellite Target Matchplay, a women's-only tournament starting at 7 pm. And we ... spent longer decompressing than expected. I figured, we've got 40 minutes, that's plenty of time to get to McDonald's or something.
So. There was a line of approximately 174 cars in the drive-through lane. I suggested we go inside where there might be fewer people and we'd be able to be served without waiting for the delivery window. (Also on my mind is several times recently when drive-through service got stuff wrong or forgot about us.) And here, I was wrong.
First, they didn't have cashiers, just those annoying touch-screens and a weirdly vacant cash register area. All right, but at least this did let me know they still, a week after Saint Patrick's Day, have shamrock shakes so I could get that and fries. But for bunnyhugger's ... I forget what she ordered, so let's just say it's a latte. After about two hours of us pacing nervously someone came out from the kitchen to apologize, they didn't have whatever was needed for the latte, would a regular coffee be acceptable? And, sure, yeah, that's disappointing but the important thing was getting a hot drink sometime before the tournament started at 7 pm. (bunnyhugger also worried about me getting a refund for the difference between fancy coffee and normal coffee, and if I weren't making a buck a minute at work these days I'd be worried about that too.)
Still, it's not like it's hard to put on a pot of coffee, right? Or it shouldn't be? It shouldn't take another six hours of us pacing around and resolving that when it got to 6:45 pm we were heading out, coffee or no. Right as we were ready to walk out they finally brought out the coffee and we thanked them, hopped into the car, and wondered what the heck is it about Indiana that you can't get coffee after about 11:15 am? They need to work on that some.
On the drive back --- bunnyhugger checking her phone for our estimated time of arrival, despite my insisting we'd make it --- we got a bit snippy with each other about whether we could make it. I had assumed bunnyhugger had signed up for and paid her dollar entry fee before leaving; she had not, and had not known anyone else was doing that. (I'd seen some women doing that.) I also assumed that they would do a last call for signups at 7 pm; bunnyhugger assumed they would do the last call for signups a few minutes ahead so that tournament play could start at 7 pm. You see how this was not something we needed to deal with after a really simple McDonald's order went wrong.
We pulled up to the venue right at 7:00 and I let bunnyhugger out so I could park, for the second time in the day. She was in time for the tournament, for the second time in the day, but immediately after she signed up they made the last call for competitors so we had perhaps seconds to spare.
You know what I have here, now? My last pictures from the Jackson County Fair. Do you get to see them? Depends how fussy Livejournal is being today. Wish us all luck ...
A couple more cartoony animals, including a parrot who seems pretty sure that pudgy gator is going to stay asleep underwater.
I guess the bird's supposed to be outside the water and the gator inside but I'm not sure the camera angle of the cartoon makes strict sense.
More cartoon stuff on the sides of funhouses. I'm not sure what the sheeps' story is or why it's got a guy caught in the cop car distressed like that.
Not sure at all about this Superchicken remake.
Closing up for the night! Here's someone takign down the cheese fries overhang.
And a different, shuttered, French fries place with the label there looking like that thing where they write out 'AMBULANCE' backwards for drivers seeing it in their rear mirrors has gone wrong in several ways.
Trivia: Four electric automobile companies showed offerings at the 1898 Madison Square Garden electrical show. Source: 1898: The Birth Of The American Century, David Traxel.
