Not Your Normal Drive Thru

I had a visit to make today so I dropped the girls off at a church member's house to the East of the church (ranch/lake territory). The church members have a beautiful house on the lake -- a country house with a wrap around porch, beautifully hand-landscaped because they have lots of time. They're retired. But anyway, that's not what I'm writing about. I dropped off the girls and headed back to the golf community on the other side of the church to visit with a woman who wants to join the church. On the way back to pick up the girls, I saw a drive thru barn -- that's the best way I know to explain it. Since we have no food in the house and I hate shopping at the Dollar General for food and supporting Con-agra, I decided that the girls and I would pick up some food for dinner at the drive thru barn. I picked up the girls and we headed to the drive thru barn. I don't know how else to explain it except that there is a big barn that you drive into and inside is the equivalent of a gas station super mart . . . with yummy paninis. So they handed me a gallon of milk, a LARGE sweetened ice tea, a steak and cheese panini (eat more beef!) and a corn dog, fritos, and barbecue sandwich for the young'uns. They just handed it to me through the window -- WAY cool! And while I waited for the food to cook, we listened to country radio in the barn while taking in our surroundings of tobacco products, alcohol of many varieties, used DVDs, motor oil, candy bars, and dairy products. It was an adventure like no other (with really good paninis). And that is the news from Arbuckle Creek: where all the women drive golf carts, the men are carnivores (eat more beef!) and the children watch for alligators in the backyard.