Traffic
Imagine yourself driving home from work tired, hungry, and quite irritable. Your legs are aching from the traffic jam along Buendia which started right from the time you exited the carpark until you reached The Fort. It’s about 8pm already and the last meal you had was lunch, so you decide to drive through the nearest possible fast food, which happened to be Jollibee at The Fort.
The line of vehicles had reached the main street but thinking it would be fast since it was, after all a drive-thru, you quickly signal to the right and queued up.
5 minutes later, the car in front hasn’t moved and the stop light ahead had already let through 2 batches of traffic. Your tummy complains and you see if the car ordering at the window is getting anywhere anytime soon. It wasn’t. You wait for two more minutes.
3 minutes pass and finally you inch forward. Yey, one down, 3 more vehicles to go.
You did not realize that the 3 vehicles ahead of you would take another 15 minutes but you were sandwiched in the line. It was too late to get out now. And besides you had set your mind on Yum Burger with cheese and crispy fries. What the hell, you thought. You’ve waited 20 minutes, what’s another 5?
Whatthfff—? 10 minutes na, wala pa rin! (It’s been 10 minutes already, and still nothing!) This was even worse than EDSA traffic.
Finally, after 10 long years, the cashier waves at you and greets you a pleasant evening. You wanted to give her the steeliest of stares and demand a free meal for wasting your time. But you hold your tongue and realize that wasn’t going to get the burger any faster. You gave your order and paid for it in 3 minutes flat. You scratch your head what took the others ahead of you so long.,
You rub your hands in anticipation for the hand that will reach out of the proverbial window to give you eternal (well at least for the moment until you get home) bliss: your Jollibee burger meal.
But what’s this? You had put your gear on first and you nearly crash into the back of a white Toyota SUV. Everything was at a stop — again!
Somehow the universe, bent on conspiring against letting you have a peaceful and hunger-free journey home, has managed to cause traffic inside the drive-thru. It was unbelievable.
When finally (after another 5 minutes) you drove out of the twilight zone (where all time stops), you swear never to buy from that Jollibee branch again.
Tags: drive-thru, jollibee



































