Dear Ms. Burger King Manager & Lady who tried to kill me!

Today my mother in law called and asked if she could spend some time with the kids today. I had a lot going on today at the house, with Jeremy working on his garage. I drove the kids over to their Grammy greens and decided I would have a mom day and head to hobby lobby after first retrieving breakfast for the crew of workers this morning. While I was ordering my first order of three, and she had me pull up after my first order. I did so, and she opened her widow, and told me my total. I told her that I was not finished when she had me pull up. Well the she couldn’t get my first order and other two orders on the same charge so she rang each one separate. I wasn’t worried I figured she was new. I paid and she had me pull up. The manager came out with my food , as well as the guy ahead of me. First off, she had my bag of food wedged in her armpit with my BK mocha Joe smashed at her boob. First strike. As she handed my bag In the window I already knew it was wrong. Their was no way she could fit three orders in a tiny paper sack. She shoved it through my window and dashed off, I said wait! She said all your orders are there. I opened the bag, and checked…NOPE! I pulled around and went in, and saw that they were very short staff, so I wasn’t going to be to crappy. I know how it goes with a bad day so I was like ya know I’ll scratch the whole arm pit thing. She got my orders straightened out and I headed back to the truck. Opened the door and noticed my bk mocha joe was half gone. Remember my cup being smashed at her boob??? Yup the dummy broke my glass and it was leaking down my truck, when I picked up my cup the entire side fell apart!!!!! All down the front of me and my lap! Now I was annoyed. 1) I allow one very sugary drink a week, and I splurge on my iced mocha 2) there was no need for her to put my cup in a squished position 3) it was my first caffeinated drink in a week…. Ug. I went back in. She obviously didn’t really care about my agitation and asked if I wanted a new one. I said nah, I’m over it, I’ll just be getting you’re name*very obviously stated her name* and phoning head quarters … thanks! I understand that poop happens, and it looked like she was having a bad day. I tried not to get to annoyed. But man. THEN! On my way home from hobby lobby I was driving down the Dennison Rd, and was happy to almost be home. I went down a little dip, and to my surprise a van was in my lane at the top of dip. I freaked out because we were quite close so I swerved into the left lane. Only to have my thoughts spring into my head about staying in your lane so I swerved back. Hit the brakes and prayed the driver would pop her head up in time to swerve in her lane. As she inched closer I ducked my head away from the windshield and closed my eyes and kept my foot on the brake. All I could think about was how bad this was going to hurt, remembering the sounds of my last car accident, and remembering how it felt when I hit the dash board. I held my breath hoping that I’d slowed down enough that it might not hurt so bad. Just in the knick of time the driver popped her head up and swerved over into her lane, at that point I was almost at a complete stop. After she passed I breathed. I was less then 2 miles from home. I sat there trying to gather my thoughts that I was alive, the truck was intact, so I stepped slowly on the gas and headed for home. The sudden adrenaline rush had ended and everything on me started shaking my heart finally beating and my whole body felt like a limp noodle. As I retold the story to Jeremy he asked me “why didn’t you honk the horn” …….. ha, I probably couldn’t have even told you where the horn was at that point in time. All I could do was try to figure out how deep the ditch was to my right, and if I should swerve to the left. The horn probably would have come in handy…except that it probably would have startled her, and perhaps slowed her reaction time, and then actually getting hit…eek. What a day.