Jack in the Box (Crack if you're not funny)

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The lady who often serves me at Jack in the Box on San Felipe was outside cleaning the drive thru menu frame. I thought of saying hi. Instead I just said my order and waited in line. 

It wasn't til she greeted me at the drive thru window that I blurted out: "Wow you were just out there cleaning." What a stupid fucking thing to say.

She adjusted her headset. "You would think we would have maintenance people for that but—" She had a slight accent and went back to work. 

I waited. But not long. Jack in the Box is quick.

"Would you like any salsa or ketchup?"

"No thank you." She asks me that every time. Is she acting like she doesn't know me? No, Spencer, it's her job to ask that. 

I took the brown paper bag and caramel iced coffee from her as quick as I could. Wouldn't want to hold up the drive thru line another two seconds.

I pulled into the parking lot next to some trucks to get a view of Antone's Po Boys for no particular reason. I opened the bag and was greeted by their loaded sandwich. American cheese, a sausage patty, three thin bacon strips and egg whites. I crammed the hash brown in that bitch too.

In order to eat this, I rested the bottom of the sandwich on my bottom teeth and pushed the top of it down to fit it in my mouth. I felt unhealthy as hell ngl. But damn that shit was good. And the caramel coffee felt like I was drinking syrup. Yikes.

It's hard to eat healthy when Jack in the Box gives me that convenience and quick fix. Excuses excuses.

I peeled out of the parking lot. Wait no. I actually just drove out slowly, looking left and right like a good citizen. Hell... Like a good American. I bleeeeed red white and blue babyyyy.

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