I don't think us Northerners are ready for Sonic. Everyone here seemed really, really confused. This is fast food people. It should pander to the lowest form of humanity. Perhaps that is why my friend and I had such trouble with the outside menu...we are of the highest intelligence, natch. We knew the place would be packed in the opening month, but all we wanted was a couple of drinks.
Problem #1: He only had cash. Can we use cash on the outside electronic ordering menu machine? It did not seem possible. Yet, there were a couple of blue hairs having lunch on the outside dining table. We all know blue hairs don't trust debt or credit cards, so they must have paid cash. But how? I was even a project manager on installing the electronic debt machines on a string of Sonics throughout the south in a former life and even I didn't know the answer.
Problem #2: The car hops wear roller skates. There is no way I could have enjoyed my food watching grown men degraded by wearing roller skates and sailing, unhappily, from the Sonic to people too lazy to get out of their cars. I mean, your thoughts are automatically brought to the stinking economy and thinking about how these men were once management of some auto part supplier who lost his job so long ago he isn't even factoring into our sky-high unemployment rates so he was forced to strap on roller skates at a Parma Sonic. Eeeh Gads! This is not what I want to think about on my lunch break.
Problem #3: Once we finally figured out how to signal some service we waited a few minutes before someone came over the loudspeaker indicating something. We aren't sure what. We guessed the crackly voice said we would have to wait a few more minutes for someone to take our order.
I haven't felt this confused since McCain announced Palin as his running mate. WTF.