On the day of the Morehead City field trip, my group stooped at a local Chick-Fil-A for lunch.
We pretty much inhaled our wonderfully healthy fried chicken and (semi-)greasy fries.
Christen Rogers and I were debating over what to get for dessert. It was very hard to make the selection when there was only an option of ice cream or a milkshake. :D
Suddenly, Christen screams, "MILKSHAKE!". I'm taken completely aback by this because it was SO sudden.
Christen ordered her milkshake, spelled out her name for the cashier (Christen, if you were wondering), and paid.
A few minutes later, the cashier has Christen's milkshake. She's frantically saying, "Christine? Christine?" with no reply.
Meanwhile, Mrs. Rogers is going like, "*cough* CHRISTEN! *cough*"
The cashier finally got Christen her milkshake, and she says it was yummy. :D
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