Unfiltered Story #118199

, | Unfiltered | August 12, 2018

(I live in a college town with my family. At this time, I’m 13, and in the car with my mom, older sister, and three younger ones. We decide to drive through McDonald’s.)

Older sister: Mom, we should do something weird. Like go through the drive through and ask for a buttload of fries.

Mom: No! We can’t do that! What will they think?

Sister: Who cares? I think it’ll be fun. We’re never going to see them again, it doesn’t matter.

Mom: Still, imagine being that person working the drive through.

Sister: Mom. They get college students who are high, drunk, and on acid. I think they’ll be okay.

Little sisters: Yeah, they’ll be fine, Mom, please, let’s do it…

(We all chime in and eventually convince her to order something strange. When we pull up, this scene follows.)

Drive-through guy: Um, hi, welcome to McDonald’s. Order whenever you’re ready.


Drive-through guy: Um, okay. (Two large orders of fries appear on the screen, as well as our cheeseburgers.)


Drive-through guy: Uh, okay, yeah. Pull up to the second window, please.

Mom: (to us) Oh, s***. Now I’m embarrassed. I can’t show my face at that window, I can’t! (Sister’s name), you’re the oldest, you drive!

(My oldest sister is fifteen and has just begun learning to drive.)

Sister: What? Mom, I can’t drive!

Mom: Eh, it’s just around a drive through! You’ll be fine.

(They CLIMB over each other and all of us to switch seats. We are still at the speaker.)

Sister: Wait, this is the gas pedal, right?

Mom: (sister’s name), I can’t see! The gas is on the left. No, wait, the right. NO, WAIT!

(They figure it out, and we slowly move around the drive through. The car jerks back and forth. When we’re finally done inching around the building, an employee opens the window. Everyone in the car is either laughing hysterically or barely containing it.)

Employee: All right, I’ve got an order for six cheeseburgers and three large fries? *turns to face my sister*

Sister: *bursting out laughing* PFAAAAH!

Employee: Uh… Are you okay?

Sister: *nods, still laughing* Yes, we’re fine, here’s your cheeseburger money, thanks for asking.

Employee: Glad to hear it…

(We get our food, and my mom and sister climb back over each other. There is a long pause.)

Mom: Wanna go inside?

Everyone: *nods and smiles*

(She parks the car. We walk happily into the McDonald’s, with what must have been the stupidest little grins on our faces. And we eat our crapload of fries.)