The other day on the way to our second of family get togethers for Christmas - did I mention how pleased I am that we knocked that one off early? - I decided I wasn't settling for just any old coffee out of a packet or jar at my Uncle's house. Nope. I was getting me a Zarrafas. I am so in love with the drive thru that is just around the corner from their place that I would actually almost drive the 20 odd minutes it takes to get there just so as not to have to take two or three kids out of the car!
Anyway, we stop at the speaker. I wind down my window. Little did I know that Schmooey had also wound hers down. And what came next made me question just how many times I have done this with Schmooey as my companion.
The voice in the box says "Can I help you?" and before I could speak a voice in the back yells "Get my mum a latte!"
I laughed so hard I almost wet myself!*
*The old pelvic floor must be regaining some strength. ; p