That reminds me. My roommate and I waited 40 minutes for 6 corndogs and two drinks from the DQ in Cross Plains, Texas one night on the way from Lubbock to College Station. They asked us to pull around, which we did, and wait. After 40 minutes of waiting, we drove back around to the window and they thought we'd left.
The DQ in Spur, Texas is just as slow. Unfortunately, we don't have the Dixie Dog anymore so it's basically either DQ or Allsups. There is a mexican food joint and another little cafe.
Like many other Texans, I've got tons of stories that have Dairy Queen somewhere in them. I was also just reminded of this one:
At the one in Spur once, we ended up running into a buddy of mine's cousin from Snyder - a DPS trooper. He and his wife and two children (one of them is an infant, which is important later) were in Spur visiting the cousin's brother, who ironically is in the prison south of Spur. My buddy, my sister and I have already ordered on this fine Sunday afternoon and are waiting with the rest of the church crowd to get our meals. Cousin walks in, spies us in the corner and, after telling his wife (who is holding the infant) what he wants, walks over to join us, carrying the baby carrier draped with a small blanket.
He sets the carrier down on those slick curved seats that you'll find in every DQ and plops down to start gabbing. The small shake the bench receives when he sits down causes the baby carrier to topple over and onto the floor very loudly. All of the grey-hairs in the place are aghast at what just happened and he, without missing a beat, says confidently "That'll teach her!"
After proving to the very worried crowd there wasn't actually a baby in the carrier, an old woman came over and sat down and proceeded to scold the cousin for acting like a heathen.
Good times.
