Saturday morning we arose early and went to Chic-fil-a for breakfast. They are one of the few fast food restaurants we still go to because they are nearly always perfect with their friendly and efficient service and the quality of food. As everyone in the world knows, though, if you go to any drive-thru you must check your bag before leaving the parking lot or inevitably there will be something left out. I checked and noticed they left off a small gravy. Oops. Stop. Turn around. Pull back in. Go inside (line too long to drive through again) We got the gravy, then proceeded on our way. At this point we pulled into a nicely shaded, private section of a grocery store parking lot that is close by. I started eating a biscuit and so did Dylan. Rickey had ordered a breakfast platter with the extra gravy that was missing. We began eating and Rickey says, "Where is my fork?" I'm like, "I don't know, I never saw one." Now, he starts to "!@#$%*%!" and starts the truck up to go back there again to get a fork. I say "Wait!" (pointing about a 100 yards away) "Sonic is closer, let's just get one from there." He pulls up, we get a fork and then drive back to our litte private section in the grocery parking lot. I barely notice Rickey unwrapping his fork out of the plastic and sticking it into his food. Pop. Crack. Snap. You can choose any one of those words to describe the noise of the cheap plastic fork breaking as he was attempting his first bite.
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There was a tense and heavy silence, followed by
"!@#*$#*%@!!!"
Along with feeling bad for him, I was secretly laughing on the inside at the absurdity of everything, and could only manage concerned and sympathetic noises as he opened the door, slammed it, and began walking back to Chic-fil-a. (they have much better forks) Dylan started giggling. I warned him, "Do NOT be laughing when he gets back!"
This is the fourth trip:
1.Buy breakfast
2.Return to get missing item
3.Get fork, fork breaks
4. Rickey walks...

Rickey soon returned with at least 5 wrapped forks. (for reserve, he explained) I think walking was a good idea. Gave him time to cool off. We all started eating our breakfast (we waited for him) with no more interruptions, finished, and began to clean up, gathering wrappers, containers, etc. Guess what was discovered hidden under a bag, unnoticed? It was a nicely wrapped napkin with a fork inside...that had never been missing. That is the moment I thought it would make a good post on my blog. The moral to this story is_____________________________. :)