Jack is a Son of a Box

Friday night, some friends and I went to a couple bars. From the evening, I have a late night food-seeking adventure to tell.

I'm the DD Friday and I'm constantly thinking: Tequilla, $1. Beer, $3. Tacos, free. Late night Jack in the Box, priceless.

We leave the Shortstop together to go back to Dave and ATM's place, which is about a mile away. I have the car and car keys; and I want it to be next to the house when we're all tired. Only Parrell joins me in the car.

The two of us drive the mile, talking the whole time about how necessary it is for us to find some kind of dessert deal at a little gas station or cafe. After we park, we start walking around the neighborhood. In five minutes we find three things worth noting:

1. taco truck - serves horchata, which could go down nicely and satisfy the sweet craving
2. 'tropical' bar - has lots of people out front who are amused by the two seemingly drunk kids walking around at 2am; but this place doesn't have any good dining options (at least none that were apparent)
3. Jack in the Box

The Jack in the Box is open, for sure. And it might even have a bathroom open - major plus for Parrell, who probably wet himself already at the thought of a shake at this fast food joint.

BUT - when we get there, door to the place is locked, confirming that only the drive-thru is open.

NO PROBLEM - right?

So, like any good late night-er, we walk behind the restaurant, up to the big-lit-up menu, decide on what we're going to order, and jump on the little sensor declaring that we're ready to have our order taken. A minute into this and no response, so we walk up to the window and get a very cold shoulder before we can say a thing...

-Jack in the Box: 'Company Policy! No Walk-Ups!'
-Spears/Parrell: 'But we're ordering just like anybody else. (in our head: 'except we're not wasting gas or driving drunk, like half the clientelle this late')
-Jack in the Box: 'Sorry, No Walks-Ups! We Can't Serve You Unless You're In A Car!'
-Spears/Parrell: 'All we want are some fries and shakes, and there's no one else in line behind us. (in our head: 'this is bull shit.')

We walk away.

And five minutes (and a few drops of sweat about how low Julian's fuel guage is) later, we pull up to that same menu, sensor, window, and staff. And we get our Root Beer Float, Shake, Curly Fries, and Barbecue sauce.

And then I got a better parking spot at Dave and ATM's place. But I lost, in the mean time, my respect for Jack in the Box's company policy.