"HAVE IT YOUR WAY," MY CLAVICLE
So I solved a mystery today. When I make my occasional (and yet still too-frequent) trips to BK, I always order an Iced Tea. Sadly, I only receive it about 50% of the time; the other times, I receive what I can only call “orange drink.” It happened yet again today, and as I was driving back to the Uni, I suddenly realized that the 7-year-old cashier probably thought I was saying, “Hi-C,” a name that left my personal lexicon around 6th grade.
Because what adult doesn’t love orange sugar water?
Anyway, I’m Nancy Drew. Just thought you should know.