To the apocalypticly stoned girl working the drive through:
I just wanted to thank you for not screwing up the order, especially when I asked for iced tea with no ice and you exploded with laughter. I know it must have freaked you out to have a disembodied voice coming through your headset, and despite the giggling, you handled it admirably.
Thanks, as well, for starting to let the drugs get to you AFTER I'd ordered, resulting in mass confusion at the till and free food for me and my hungry friends at home.
Rock on, stoned girl (at least as long as I get free hamburgers)! —Extra Pickles