Sometimes You Just Need a Malt

Had a crazy day at work. Came home. Felt good to be home. It was just a great evening. Had a homemade pizza...some multigrain chips and salsa.

Practiced guitar for about an hour or so and decided that I really wanted a malt.

I know the difference between want and need. I don't need a malt. Almost no one on the planet needs a malt. Unless there is some weird organ devouring disease somewhere that can only be staved off by a deliciously creamy malted frozen dairy beverage, malts are squarely ensconced in the nice to have bucket.

But I wanted one. So I slipped on my shoes and drove down to the DQ. I was in my lounge shorts (you may or may not call them pajama bottoms), so I decided a drive to the Dairy Queen was a little less conspicuous than a walk to Graeter's. Although, the walk would have done better by me, I'm sure.

In any event...there's a car in front of me that pulls in, but doesn't order. And the whole time, I'm just getting more douchey in my attitude toward this car. And they get to the window...and they hand a piece of paper to the clerk.

I'm guessing at this point that they are deaf.

And I feel like the asshole of assholes for just being douchey in my head to them for absolutely no reason whatsoever. My life is not so fucking important that the extra 2 minutes I was inconvenienced is going to make any difference at all. And that's what's even funnier. I wasn't even inconvenienced--they took the same amount of time as if they had ordered in the proper manner!!

So...yeah. I'm thinking...wow. I have bought in to the whole instant gratification of society, haven't I? I had to burn fossil fuels because I couldn't be bothered to change in to pants and walk to the ice cream shop.

And then I get pissy not because the car in front of me is slow..but because they're doing it wrong. WTF?!?

So I did something I've never done. I got up to pay for my order and said 'And I'm paying for the car behind me, too.'

I hear about people doing it. I've never had it happen to me. And I've never done it for someone else. It was weirdly liberating and freeing. The negative cloud that had settled over me floated away.

I didn't wait to see the look on their face. I just drove off.

That's really the beauty of it. Not knowing how it affected them. If it made their day. If they were annoyed because they had already counted out the exact change. You don't know.

And it doesn't matter.

Because in my mind, I made them smile.

Now I'm thinking though about the car in front of me. And how I wish I had been in front of them.

In any event. I have my malt.

Life is good.


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