My Tim Hortons Double Double Drive Thru Dance
I thought I’d share a wacky Canadian story with my south of the border buddies. The other day I have a craving for a classic double double (that’s Canada speak for a coffee with 2 sugars and 2 creams) so I load little H up in the van and head to Tim Hortons. There’s a huge line in the drive thru but I go in anyway. It’s much safer to keep the two year old strapped into her car seat while handling hot coffee than trying to wrangle her inside.
I order my double double and a breakfast sandwich and a couple timbits (donut holes) for the kiddo.
I get to the window and the guy says that the car in front of me has paid for my order. I got a little flustered here because it was early, I was on zero caffeine and it was just a bit out of the ordinary routine.
So I pay for the car behind me to keep the chain going. I am not going to be the scrooge who stops it. No sir-ee bob. Then for some reason I feel the need to get outta dodge. I don’t know why – maybe it was because I got about $10 worth of stuff for $1.70.
I grab my coffee and the timbits and hit the gas then I hear “your sandwich! you forgot your sandwich!” from outside.
Well, I am NOT leaving that behind. I throw into park and hop out. Then I realize I can’t leave the keys in a running vehicle with my kid sitting in it. Someone could easily hop in and take her. So I pull a double back and turn off the car and yank out the keys. Then I run back up the drive through to the window to grab my breakfast. It was only three running steps but the window guy is busting a gut and I didn’t have the nerve to make eye contact with the driver of the car behind me.
Thank god I decided to swap out my Winnie the Pooh pj pants (yes, they make them in adult sizes) for black yoga pants or the window guy may have hyperventilated. Who wants that on their conscience? Not me.