My car got stuck in a Taco Bell drive thru line for 40 minutes because of one guy
I was sitting in the drive thru on a Tuesday night in Mesa when the guy at the window decided to argue about his order for what felt like forever, and I just sat there watching my burrito dream slowly die. After 40 minutes of brake lights, I pulled out of line, parked, and walked inside, where the same guy was still at the counter explaining himself to a manager. The walk-in got my food in 3 minutes, so why do we keep punishing ourselves in those lines?