The ladies close the window, eyeball the receipt and start pushing buttons on the cash register.
I tell the husband the point in coming was to support the business, not get free fries. He says the point is the sign says free fries. I restate my point; he restates his point. And so another happily married couple is jabbing one another with sharp points.
I then suggest he tap on the window and tell them we are happy to pay for the free fries.
He says his arm won't reach.
Meanwhile, the ladies inside are hammering the cash register with new intensity.
Finally, the younger lady opens the window and says they adjusted the bill. I lean into view and say we only came to buy lunch in hopes they don't go out of business and lose their jobs.
She flashes a big smile, tosses back her head and says, "I'm not going anywhere!"
We pull around front and a few minutes later someone brings out our food. We open the bag and discover the burgers are doubles. I don't know that I've ever eaten an entire double burger, but I ate every bite of this one and it was good.
The double burgers might have been an accident, or they might have been deliberate because they were glad others are rooting for them.
Considering the free fries, it was probably a wash for the burger place financially, but we'll make it right. We'll load up two vehicles and go back with grandkids.
(Lori Borgman is a columnist, author and speaker. Her new book, "What Happens at Grandma's Stays at Grandma's" is now available. Email her at firstname.lastname@example.org.)(c)2020 Lori Borgman, Distributed by Tribune Content Agency, LLC.