Meant to post this a little bit earlier, but what the hell...
So everyone by now is pretty familiar with my drive thru...umm...incidents....well, guess what? Went to Sonic today just to get drinks, didn't even drive thru this time, went to a stall, even ordered ahead on the app so it would be quick and hopefully ready. The screen pops up to tell that "Angellica is headed your way" with my order. First thought that comes to my head is "heh, I haven't watched Rugrats in years..." She comes to the car and does the one thing I wish they wouldn't do, she turned slightly sideways and rested the trey against her side and upper hip. I get it, it's a steadying move and it provides the stability she needs to hold the tray and pass things...except the drinks start to wobble and she uses her free hand to grab the wobbly drink and brace it against herself. I'm watching her do this, of course, because I'm invested in the safety of my drinks and I don't want her to hurt herself in some way. Sure enough I'm staring dead eye at the drink she braced against herself, and wouldn't you know what's also right there, helping to stabilize the drink in question and right where my gaze is just absolutely fixated? Yeah, her boobs. I'm fixated on drink, but I'm acutely aware of the one squished against the drink and the other serving as a sort of bubble wrap to make sure the drink doesn't shift forward. Genius use of her assets, but as soon as she stabilizes she looks right at me, I'm sure I must have turned a bit red, because I felt myself getting a bit flushed and I know my mouth was a bit open at the scene of nearly losing my drinks to her stumbling, but I adjusted and looked at her in the face. I think she realized where my gaze was and what I must've seen and she immediate gives me that "oh geez not one of THOSE types" looks and proceeds to read back my order and hand me the drinks.
I don't know if I was in the wrong here, per se, but I sure felt like I'd gotten myself caught again, and it was completely unintentional and spur of the moment, but I think I'm just going to stop doing drive thrus...they're just getting me in trouble. I like women, I like boobs, I like food, I like my car, but the combination just ends in disaster for me...
(I wish these were just embarrasing stories I'd made up about myself and my adventures, but nope...I go and get myself into these situations, or make myself overthink what was likely an innocent moment of jiggle)