I thought this story was funny, c/o The Houston Press :D
Drunken Wee-Hours Whataburger Drive-Thrus: A Proud Texas TraditionShamefully, all too many of us have been there: out in the bars since happy hour, it's now a quarter-past closing time. We stagger to the car and suddenly remember we haven't eaten a thing other than beer nuts since lunch. Hunger cuts through the fog of drunkenness, but what's open at that ungodly hour?
The good old Whataburger drive-thru, that's what. We head over, eyes flicking to the rear-view mirror, hoping no cops pick up our fumes. And suddenly, there it is, that ivory-and-traffic-cone-orange beacon of greasy salvation.
Sadly, many, many others have had the same idea. The line snakes all the way around the building, some cars full of drunken twentysomethings merrily singing along, others ferrying morose drunks like you, headed home alone or to an unhappy partner.
The minutes drag by. You tune in some classic rock. You finally make your order: double-meat, double-cheese with everything, and extra grilled jalapeños. Extra large those fries while you're at it. You're already gonna be hating life manana, so you might as well add some lower GI distress into the mix, and hell, maybe if you just pulled over to the side of the parking lot and ate all that food, it might give you that little boost of sobriety that could save you from a DWI.
And still the line drags on and on and on...
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