S went to WTF’s last night for a quicky. A drive by, actually. She drove, she made a phone call and had the goods brought out to her. WTF’s dad is there, you see, so covert action was necessary.
It was a combo drug deal/fast food stop. Our good friend said it reminded her of a drive though at Mcdon@lds, but S sadi no, it was more like A & W (or Sprockets), where the food is delivered to you at your car. Although, Rocket Man was not wearing roller skates, and the juice glass with his stuff was not on a tray.