<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tZVufRlMtzM/SYRfya5f38I/AAAAAAAAAlo/HkCHdfA5eMU/s1600-h/DSC03521.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tZVufRlMtzM/SYRfya5f38I/AAAAAAAAAlo/HkCHdfA5eMU/s400/DSC03521.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297464381513129922" border="0" /></a>Mmm. There's nothing quite like a big pack of onion rings and a cherry limeade from Sonic Drive-In on a Friday afternoon.<div><br /></div><div>If you get to Sonic during Happy Hour (between 2-4 p.m.), all drinks and slushes are half-price.<br /><br />The thought of having paid just $.75 for a medium cherry limeade made it taste even better.That is, until I realized the ticket total and was all, "SIGH, they overcharged us!" and pushed the little red button on the menu board, all prepared to correct someone.<br /><br />Then I noticed: </div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tZVufRlMtzM/SYRfOm7vfTI/AAAAAAAAAlg/Nx8YAPq4ORE/s1600-h/SonicReceipt0001.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tZVufRlMtzM/SYRfOm7vfTI/AAAAAAAAAlg/Nx8YAPq4ORE/s400/SonicReceipt0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297463766268476722" border="0" /></a>And drove away before the high schooler operating the menu board got a chance to school me on how to tell time.<br /><br />Ever since, I've been trying to come to terms with the fact that I'm "one of those people" who pushes the red button at Sonic to nab a chance to start the weekend by barking at someone when, in fact, I am a knuckle-head supreme.<br /></div>