Adventures in DriveThruvia Tales and Trials from the mystical land of DriveThruvia in the world of Paneradise

If you are an alien, from outer space, then I’ll forgive you. You are on a strange planet and don’t know our customs.
HOWEVER, if you are a member of the human race, you have no excuse for this:
Me: “Hi there, your total is $4.40, how are you?”
You: “_____” (Silently thrusts your payment at me)
Me (handing you your food): “Here you go, have a nice day”
You: “_____” (Drives off in silence)

If you’re this person, open your mouth, say thanks, say something. Otherwise rest assured knowing that when you drive away silently, I yell at the (closed) window, “YOU’RE WELCOME ASSHOLE”.

So my Panera is attached to a hotel (along with 3 other restaurants) so we get a lot of out-of-town guests. This is a question I get a lot, but it’s always asked by a Texan:

“Yeah, um…, y’all got french fries?”

No. Are you kidding? This is a bakery. Sure, we’ve got a drive thru, but this is a bakery. You can have bread. The only potato I have in the store comes in chip form. Go home. Now.