We pulled into the Timmy Ho's drive through after the boys' gymnastics class this morning. We had to hurry and couldn't take the time to walk in and dine because Amy, new-age liberated woman that she is, went and got herself a part time job and has to work today from 11 AM to 8 PM.
So we had to hit the drive through.
I said, "Uh oh," as soon as we pulled up to the speaker to order.
Amy said, "What is it?"
"I wish I had a Sharpie," I replied.
"What for?" she queried.
"To fix this sign taped to the order thingie," I said with obvious grammatical hauteur.
DEAR VALUED CUSTOMERS
WE ARE OUT OF STEEPED TEA
And I would have used a Sharpie to fix it thus:
DEAR VALUED CUSTOMERS:
WE ARE OUT OF STEEPED TEA;
SORRY FOR THE
Amy rolled her eyes and there was obvious relief in her voice when she told me that the truck in front of us was moving ahead and we should do likewise.
It's still bugging me right now.