- Nov 16, 2000
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As shown in this thread, I had a Speedpass that I tucked into the woven leather of my black belt, almost at the tip.
So, I go cruising into McDonald's to grab a coke. Instead of going to the drive up, I go inside so I can try out my little ingenius trick. I go up to the counter, and, me being taller than the average person, my waist is a bit higher than the counter. The guy comes over, and I tell him, "large coke, easy ice." He says, "OK, 1.35"(or whatever it is). I look at him and say, "Speedpass". he presses a button on the thing, and looks at me.
Nothing happens.
Well, I realized that I had to make the thing closer to the receiver. So I kind of stick out my..er..midsection at the box on the counter. All the while, he's looking at me as if I've completely lost it... This proves futile.
So, what else was I going to do? I unbuckle my belt, whip it open, lean against the counter, and wave it at the box, or in his general direction.
He didn't seem to think I had any ounce of sanity left, and started at me in horror while I waved my lower self and belt at him over the counter. Suddely, to his OBVIOUS suprise, the box lights up and begins processing the transaction. His eyes bug out, and mouth drops open as it says "Transaction successful". He looks at me, then says in a rather strange voice, "is...that...your SPEEDPASS?", to which I, of course, answer in the affirmative.
He walked away muttering to himself, and came back with my coke. He got the receipt, examined it, let off with a "I give up" sigh and gave it to me.
I walked out, rather amused, as he walked away to go and chatter to his buddies...
So, I go cruising into McDonald's to grab a coke. Instead of going to the drive up, I go inside so I can try out my little ingenius trick. I go up to the counter, and, me being taller than the average person, my waist is a bit higher than the counter. The guy comes over, and I tell him, "large coke, easy ice." He says, "OK, 1.35"(or whatever it is). I look at him and say, "Speedpass". he presses a button on the thing, and looks at me.
Nothing happens.
Well, I realized that I had to make the thing closer to the receiver. So I kind of stick out my..er..midsection at the box on the counter. All the while, he's looking at me as if I've completely lost it... This proves futile.
So, what else was I going to do? I unbuckle my belt, whip it open, lean against the counter, and wave it at the box, or in his general direction.
He didn't seem to think I had any ounce of sanity left, and started at me in horror while I waved my lower self and belt at him over the counter. Suddely, to his OBVIOUS suprise, the box lights up and begins processing the transaction. His eyes bug out, and mouth drops open as it says "Transaction successful". He looks at me, then says in a rather strange voice, "is...that...your SPEEDPASS?", to which I, of course, answer in the affirmative.
He walked away muttering to himself, and came back with my coke. He got the receipt, examined it, let off with a "I give up" sigh and gave it to me.
I walked out, rather amused, as he walked away to go and chatter to his buddies...
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