On our way to Lake Havasu, the only place in the high desert open for breakfast was a drive-thru Jack-in-the-Box. Much to our dismay (in addition to having to eat at Jacks), boat trailers do not fit in the tight drive-thru lane. (Enter, Dad.) Up he marched to the menu, stood in line with cars on either side of him, and provided yet another meal for his family, who was lovingly watching and smirking in the parking lot.
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