Tonight, while driving across the state of Tennessee, I stopped at a middle-of-nowhere McDonalds. I ordered a drink and two cookies. Total: $2.20.
The drive-thru wait felt eternal. I was in a bad mood, still looking at 100 miles to go, tired and sagging and …
“Your cookies are in the Nugget box.”
That’s what the woman at the drive-thru window said to me. Wait, I’ll write it again: “Your cookies are in the Nugget box.”
I can’t fully explain this, but that’s the friggin’ quote of the century. I actually can’t say it without laughing.
Anyhow, gotta go. My cookies are in the Nugget box.
PS: This replaces my previous favorite quote, which came from a waitress long ago. While eating dinner with Phil Taylor, I struck up a conversation with the woman. “I have very loose vagina lips,” she said—for absolutely no reason.