It never ceases to amaze me that with all the technology at our fingertips how much we have to wait, especially at fast-food restaurants. Sometimes after taking an order, you are asked to pull up. Sometimes they ask you can you wait for a second which translated is approximately five minutes. The other night Lisa and I made a spontaneous run to Wendy’s in Calera, Alabama. She wanted a sour cream and butter baked potato covered in chili.
As we crossed I 65 and Wendy’s came into view we knew we were in trouble. We weren’t dressed to eat inside, not that it would be faster, and noticed that the drive-thru was filled with automobiles all the way into the main street. It was not a good sign.
As we entered into the caravan of vehicles, one impatient customer got out of the modern-day wagon train and tried to exit. It took a moment of two but finally got loose. We took the spot.
We waited a very long time before there was any movement. I told Lisa to take time and in two minutes we would leave. There was movement and another car pulled behind us blocking any exit we may have attempted. I noticed that the SUV in front of us was from Texas. I thought to myself, “Welcome to Alabama.”
Slowly we circled Wendy’s like Indians. To be politically correct, Native Americans which I am. Granny Hopper was part Cherokee or Creek. Then right there in front of us was the latest in fast food convenience, an AI ready to take our order and expedite our visit.
It was fun talking with artificial intelligence. There was no muffled sound like someone holding his or her hand over their mouth. It was very plain. I told AI that I wanted a sour cream and butter baked potato, number 6 spicy chicken combo and could I swap the fries for a chili. Of course, AI obliged and kept asking, “What drink?” She was asking what drink with the baked potato while I was asking for the number 6. She asked if I wanted to make it a large and I said, “Sure.”
Our long-extended wait continued to grow longer, and we were committed to hang in there as my lovely wife say, “Like a hair hung in a biscuit.” Finally, we were the fourth car in line from the window of delicious delight. The poor Texan was not financially poor but unfortunate, arrived at the window of tasty satisfaction. The Texan handed the window lady plastic money and received a small drink. After what seemed an eternity, the window lady handed a small bag to the Texan. I do not know what it was but it took a while for the kitchen to catch it, clean it, and cook it.
Finally, Lisa and I arrived at our destination. The window with an indignant grin and blinking of eyes said, “We are out of chili.” I asked, “Would you repeat that?” She replied with a look of arrogance at an old man, “We are out of chili, and it takes three hours to make.” It was 9:25 pm and I said I drove twenty miles for some chili. She looked at me as to say, “So.” I told her to have a good night and drove off empty handed.
Lisa and I went back across I65 to another fast-food restaurant that had a real person taking the order. The cashier asked if we needed condiments and was very courteous and helpful. The fries were cooked just right and were hot and salty. The roast beef on our sandwiches were very good. Lisa said, “I’m glad Wendy’s did not have chili!” I started to tell her we would wait on the chili. I bet that would have wiped that smug off here face. I felt like we had been in line for two hours already. I thought about this article and how the Bible tells us to wait. I looked it up and immediately the web page responded with 245 times in KJV.
Isaiah 40:31: "But those who wait for the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings like eagles; they shall run and not be weary; they shall walk and not faint."
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