Have you ever been to Joe's Real BBQ in Gilbert, Arizona?

 It's DANG good!

We went there for dinner tonight.  We chose the walk-up window.  That's right, the walk-up window.

We were both tired and decided to get the food to go and eat at home.  And pretend we made dinner.

We ordered and sat on the bench outside the walk-up window, waiting patiently for our food.

Because they were super busy, it took awhile.  Like twenty minutes.  In 100 degree weather.

They called, "Darrell, your food is ready!"

Darrell jumped up and went to the window.

But before he had the chance to get our food, some lady who had ordered about three minutes earlier, talking on a cell phone, pushed her way to the walk-up window.

And stole.our.food.

You read correctly, my friends. 

She stole.
Our.
Food.

Darrell asked the girl at the window if she said "Darrell" or some other name.

She said, "Darrell."

He told her that our food was stolen by the lady that just took the food.

Sidenote--To the girl at the window: Is it too hard to notice that the lady you JUST took an order from is claiming food that isn't hers?

Back to the story:

Everyone in line was agog.  Joe's did make up our food relatively quickly.

But I'm hoping she ordered far more than two turkey sandwiches, cheesy potatoes, macaroni and cheese, and corn.

Or better yet.

That she is allergic.

By the way...her name is Cheryl.

And apparently, the world revolves around her.