After spending part of the holidays with my brother and his family in Kansas, we high-tailed it for Iowa, trying to beat out an incoming blizzard. We had to leave the plane in Manhattan and rent a car, since the weather was already too poor for driving.
At one point on the drive, we stopped for gas and to pick up a little lunch. See if you can figure out what is wrong with this picture:
Got it yet? Here’s a hint:
That’s right. For the low, low, price of just two quarters, you can get yourself an ice cream cone IN THE MIDDLE OF A BILZZARD.
Somebody at the McDonald’s in the middle of Iowa must have had a sense of humor.
(And yes, Chris said I was a weirdo for making him stop the car on the way out of the drive-thru so I could take these pictures.)
