"I'm so sorry, I just called and now I'm going to be totally rude and order at a drive-thru."
"It's okay, I do it to Betz all the time."
"By the way, do you know what those things are called at KFC? Those bowl things?"
"Ew. I hate KFC."
"Me too. Despise it. But the bowl things are really good."
"Yeah, okay, talk to me when you're not pregnant."
"No, I'm serious. Someone accidentally got an extra one at work a few weeks ago and gave it to me. They're really good."
"You mean gross."
Welcome to KFC. Would you like to try one of our combo meals today?
"Um, I don't know what they're called, but could I have one of those bowl things?"
A potato bowl?
Would you like the combo?
"No, but could I get a small Sierra Mist with it?"
The combo comes with a drink.
"Oh. Then, yes, I'd like the combo."
(I can hear laughter through the phone.)
"Oh, sorry! I'm talking on the phone."
Your total is $5.49 please pull around to the window.
"I'm a complete idiot."
"Mostly because you're ordering one of those nasty things."
"THEY'RE REALLY GOOD!"
"Whatever. Tell me that in seven months."
"Dude. They're really good." (muffled sounding)
"Are you eating already?"
"Oh my God. What's wrong with me?"
"I'm sitting in a KFC parking lot. I was totally famished. ... Actually, I was on my way to Target and then, all of a sudden, I'm in line to get one of these potato bowls."
"Like I said, tell me they're good when you're not pregnant."
"THEY'RE REALLY GOOD! ... potato, corn, a little chicken and cheddar or something ..."
"Yeah. I so don't believe you."