Third Wheel
I cannot recall my last visit to a Sonic.
I pull into a slot down from the external bathroom doors. I quickly browse the menu, noting they still offer my favorites. I press the large red intercom button, excitement building in my stomach as I order a chili-cheese dog, large cheese tots, and a large Diet Coke with vanilla. Their vanilla syrup is to die for. While I wait for the carhop to deliver my meal, I dart into the ladies’ room.