I got a part time job. I'm a mystery shopper. Now don't laugh. I'm going to get to mystery shop A&W restaurant this weekend. Rootbeer floats, chili cheese fries and corndog bites...all for taking a few pictures of the merchandising materials in and around the store. Now THIS is living!
When I worked in Cleveland, my manager and my coworkers and I would hit the A&W at the Galleria for lunch. We would sit on the orange stools at the big windows that overlook the river and giggle when the subway train would rumble underneath the building causing our stools to vibrate.
When I was a kid, I'd spend part of my summer vacation at my grandparents' house in Indiana. My grandpa and I would get up early in the morning and head into town to the post office. We would stop for lunch at the A&W drivethrough and chow down while we watched the waitresses roll around on rollerskates (except they're not called waitresses...I can't remember the word). It's true! Roller skates and rootbeer floats. It makes me smile and fills me with warm summer thoughts even today...thirty plus years later.
A year and a half ago, we drove down to Kentucky to pick up some rescue dogs. It was my son's first encounter with an A&W...and I think he loved it as much as I do. I can't wait to take him on Saturday. And I'm going to dream sweet sweet dreams until then. There's no calories in dreams, right?