Predictable

One evening last week....
The greeting from the cashier at the drive-thru window of Arby's: "I thought that was you. You're here earlier than usual."
Which means I'm a regular.

And then tonight...
"I'd like a Chicken Club Salad combo with a Sprite, please."
"Would you like anything else?"
"No, that's all."
"Nothing else?"
"No, that's fine."
I pull around to the window. "No potato bites?" my cashier and new best friend asks.
"Not tonight." And I'm laughing but thoroughly embarassed at the same time.
She hands me my bag. "Maybe next time! See you later!"
I think I have to start cooking more.