a Psycho Mom story – Canadian Style

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.



  1. Hahahaha my husband and I are sitting here totally laughing. We can so see that happening. I love the pay it forward (or behind I suppose) the Timmies around here are constantly doing that it is awesome and makes me feel warm and fuzzy, although not as warm I am sure as the winnie the pooh pajama pants.
    .-= Jessi @ Jabbering Jessi´s last blog ..Bink Link & Fruitabees =-.

    • isn’t it a nice surprise? It honestly made my day. And I’m going to start a chain sometime when I’m feeling a bit out of sorts to cheer myself up 🙂

  2. OMH heather! Hilarious!! I love me some double doubles!

    2 weeks ago, I met my friend at costco, we decided to stop by Timmies on our way to her house for our kids to play. This GIRL (MAYBE 16 years old) stops my friend bree and asks for money (Bree is in the car ahead of me), she says no. Girl wanders over to me, I say no. Bree calls her back, asks her what she wants Girl replies “A large iced cap with an everything bagel with herb and garlic cream cheese”. I texted Bree and asked “What the shit?!” So, Bree, gets the girl her order (which by the way is some of the most expensive stuff on the menu!) As we’re pulling away, the girl has THE NERVE to ask me if I have any more change. WTF?! Apparently beggars can be choosers. :p
    .-= Cheryl´s last blog ..the saga of… =-.

    • oh wow! Those situations make me so uncomfortable…I mean, I’m all for giving but being put on the spot like that makes me nervous. Your friend sounds like a peach!

  3. Hiya, Heddy! 🙂

    I can’t say I’ve ever had someone ahead of me in a drive-thru pay for my order. I’m jealous. Maybe I should move to Canada?

    • Hi Gary! Maybe you should pay for someone’s order sometime and see what happens 🙂 Or yeah, move to Canada…it’s not so lovely this time of year but it will be in a month or two!

  4. I know the double double speak because Lana is from Canada and she has written and spoken Odes to Tim Horton’s.

  5. Hey, a double double is critical when needed so I don’t blame you for going out just for that!

    Sweet deal on having your order paid for. I’ve never been the recipient of that but need to remember to do it more often. We’re such giving people, Canadians are awesome! =)
    .-= Tenille´s last blog ..Head Organics =-.

    • Yes, us Canadians are awesome aren’t we 😉 I’m going to try and remember to keep up the timmy ‘pay back’ tradition too. It was so fun!

  6. My oh my that gave me a good chuckle. Thanks! :D… I’m glad you changed the pj pants too ’cause I’m one of the people who talks about folks who wear them in public! LOL… Now, I have to remember that it may be just one of those days when they weren’t supposed to be seen. Did you enjoy the coffee and sandwich?
    .-= Petula´s last blog ..Raw carrots =-.

    • Yes, the coffee and sandwich was perfect! And I wasn’t supposed to be seen…I was trying to hide in my natural habitat but was lured out of my burrow by a tasty morsel 😀

  7. First – I am a big WTP fan, altho most of my clothes sport Tigger. I did wear my Eeyore fleece pants to family for Christmas. Crazy old ladies can get away with it.

    And – I think it is great you kept it going even if you could not cover someone else’s whole bill. You do what you can. When I had to use the tollroads in Chicago we would sometimes pay it forward. (or behind?)

    As for not leaving the babe alone in a running vehicle – even for a few steps – YAY Mom. Good choice.
    .-= DogsMom´s last blog ..Remembering Fallen Friends and Heroes with Ice =-.

  8. Heather,

    I’m a bi fan of Dr. Wayne Dyer. One of the things he suggests in his book “The Power of Intention” is to pay for the person behind you in a drive thru. Coolio. it makes you feel great because you are doing something great for someone without expectation of thanks or reward. Glad to see you were the recipient and I’m also sorry to say that I’m grinning a little bit about the “keystone kops” aspect of the ordeal…


    .-= George Angus´s last blog ..Jazzed About #MOJOtweet: A Book Review =-.

  9. Hmm… don’t you still have those pants? 😉

    Timmy’s was our saviour too. Before Beebo switched to one nap, she’d fall asleep through lunch if she didn’t have a pick me up nap around 11am. We piled into the car, her and I, for a quick 15 minutes nap. Lasted about a month and then we were over the hurdle. It was a peaceful time every day.

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