I'd like a spare tire to go, please.

I like Arby's. It may be a strange loyalty thing, because my first real job was at Arby's. I liked it because it never really got as busy as McDonald's, which I later worked at and quit after a few weeks because there were always too many customers. Perhaps it is the succulent aroma of thin-sliced "roast beef", or the tangy original sauce. I really like the Horseradish sauce, too. I like it on all meat sandwiches now. Abbie started crying when she tasted it, and Anna wrinkled her nose. "It's spicy!"

So I'm in the car, driving to a friend's apartment to help them load up a moving truck. It's 12:45pm, and I haven't had any lunch, so I stop at the Arby's near my apartment and pick up a large curly fry and soda to tide me over. $3.83. Yeah, I'll have to use my card. No, I don't ever carry cash anymore. That's SO last century. Then on my way home after the move, I decide that a Jamocha shake sounds delicious. The same guy takes my order at the drive thru window, and I again pay for my $2 shake with a debit card. I drive sheepishly away, wondering if the girl who I could see working the register saw me. She was usually the drive-thru cashierperson....