50-cent corn dogs (or how I got trapped at Sonic)

Today is National Best Friends Day (NBFD), and, to celebrate, Sonic is offering 50-cent corn dogs.  Despite vowing never again to “participate” in a Sonic food promotion, I plan to buy two corn dogs for my best friend, Ella, because nothing says I love you more than $1 worth of batter-covered wieners on a stick.

 

Last year, the local Sonic was literally mobbed with rabid customers seeking the fried franks, with every little drive-up nook full, and the drive-through line stretched the length of the parking lot, and out onto the main roadway.   With no back-up dinner plans, I mustered up the courage to swing my truck into the line, and finally pulled into one of their ordering nooks. 

 

Big mistake.  I had no idea, at least on NBFD, that Sonic was like the Hotel California, you can check in, but you can never leave.  Or, at least it seemed that way after I got my bag of food, and couldn’t back the truck out due to the never-ending stream of drive-through corn dog hunters.

 

The longer I sat there, truck in reverse, trying to inch out, the more my buns got steamed.  Finally, my dogged efforts paid off, and I relished being able to free myself from the pack.

 

I hope today’s food run will be a little less dog eat dog.

 

By the way, in case you don’t have a local Sonic, tomorrow is Customer Appreciation Day at Dairy Queen, which means another foray into fast food hell.  After all, who can turn down a half-priced Blizzard, Peanut Buster Parfait, or chicken strip basket with gravy?