Operation Frosty

Today started out being nothing out of the ordinary. It wasn’t until evening fell when things commenced.

I was invited with a bunch of people to go see The Avengers. I, having nothing better to do all day, went. Totally worth it, and not just because it was the best movie I’ve seen in a long time. We all met up at the theater and got our tickets. This particular theater apparently will not let you enter the actual auditorium until 10 minutes prior to the start time on the ticket. I just think that’s silly. Anyway, we got in our seats and we were very entertained how our group filled exactly one row. We can be easily amused when it comes to these things.

This is no place for me to be talking about the movie, so I won’t. After the movie, of course none of us wanted to go home. We decided to go to Wendy’s and get Frostys. This was stage 1 of Operation Frosty.

We had a large group of people, I’d guess about thirteen in total, spread over about five cars. In getting people there was no problem. The trouble occured when we learned that Wendy’s itself was closed, but the drive thru was still open. We all initially wanted to just walk thru it, but appearently that’s against the rules.

We didn’t feel like coordinating our orders and sending someone thru to order everything, and we had no desire to have each of us drive thru. We thought about going somewhere else, but we wanted some ice cream.

I’m not sure how this planning worked, but we all gathered around someone’s pick-up truck. Two people got in the bed. Soemone got in to steer, and then four of us got around back and decided to push it thru the drive-thru. Three of us got bored thus leaving one man to solely push the truck. He did a surprisingly good job. Some may say it’s because the guy behind the wheel is actually driving, but we’d prefer to think of it as his hat giving him super strength.

They pulled up to the intercom. The guy in the truck’s bed then began to order Frosty’s. The man pushing asked for a Volcanic Burrito. After she was done laughing the voice tried to explain that they did not have Volcanic Burritos as this was not Taco Bell (which was across the street). This would not stop the man, he would not be satisfied until he had his burrito. He then tried giving her directions on concealing the burrito in his frosty. She still declined his offer.

We then ordered 10 frosty’s. There were more people in our party, but some of them left.

“Are you sure you want ten small frosty’s?” said the woman’s voice.

“Yes, we’re sure.”

“How about two large ones?”

“We don’t want two big ones. We want a lot of little ones.”

Sure enough, she made us pay before she started making anything. After a short while we had our frosty’s and we parked in the lot and distributed them to the group. We had one extra.

What we saw next was truly entertaining. The truck behind us seemed to have died. Horrible thing to say, I know. But just the fact that they had to push their car right after we pushed ours? What are the odds? I have to be careful asking that. A number of people there were computer science majors and could probably calculate the odds. The owners of the other truck left to get assistance. We offer a jump but it wasn’t what they were needing. The man who was pushing our truck decided to chase them down. He gave them our extra frosty.

We just had so many good laughs then. Great movie, excellent people, and a great opportunity for fun had an intersection tonight and I’m so glad I was apart of it.

And this is why I don’t do drugs. When you’re this awesome, why bother?


4 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. victoriasparks2@gmail.com
    May 05, 2012 @ 00:31:57

    Great night! Maybe we can all hang out again. 🙂


  2. Tessa Freeland
    May 05, 2012 @ 10:15:00

    I just talked to James about this. Thank you for involving him in crazy stuff like this, he needs it. 😉 I wish I could’ve been there!
    Oh and he told me that you guys left before the credits were over.


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