Before we even pull up to the window, an unexpectedly dry metallic but familiar voice asks, "May I Have Your Order Please?"
I'm shocked, "Homi?" "Is that you?"
"Yes Phillip, it's us." "Please." "Don't get us fired." "We're not supposed to exist." "May I recommend the Soy Lent Green?" The voice is even getting the slight Flemish/English accent perfectly.
Gunter collapses on to the steering column laughing. "Did you set this up on purpose?" He says, "Yes I would like your greasiest burger, and may I get that with side of sarcasm?"
"Sir, we are not programmed to appreciate your tone." "In reporting any disruptions of service, please use this code # pw152-019t." "May I Have Your Order Please?" "For real this time?"
"Attitude,...,Humm." "Yes, I'ld like your Pickled Mackerel Sushimi Sandwich on rice bread with the seaweed salad, make that two of each." "What do you want?" "Phillip?" "Phillip?"
I have to clear my throat, "Ah,...., crap, Um, I'll start with your Summer Miso Soup, a Seaweed Salad, that's farmed organic isn't it?" "And can I get your Pigeon Breast on Millet with a side of Grilled Beets."
"I'm sorry sir we do not serve crap at this window." Dry machine pause. "Got yah." "Please drive forward." Gunter is busting his guts.
Our food is handed to us by one of those robotic arms that has become responsible for the biggest unemployment crisis that has ever confronted our society. Were it not for the unbelievable tax revenue that these incredibly efficient technologies has generated, we could not have been able to survive switching to this nanny state we live on today. Even the Neo Luddite's conceded to the mass layoffs because it meant early retirements with benefits for everyone. The real tragedy was all the people who died or committed suicide because of not being prepared to learn new trades in all that spare time. Besides, everyone is too busy armoring there homes and yards for the storms and droughts that have become as common and unpredictable as the latest fashions, who's got time to worry about income inequalities any more. "Poor is the new black." "White is the new ethnic." A voice asks, "Is everything to your liking?" "We are testing out a newer interface."
I'm digging through the bag, "No everything here, why?" "Was there a problem?" "No, I don't want to take a survey."
"Thank you." "Please, come again." Gunter is really enjoying this.
