But then I was reminded that today Dr. Seuss would have been 109 years old. So buckle up for the ride and the drive through. I try to never, ever use a drive thru, I don't like them, to me they're inconvenient.
When I went by this place I put on my brakes,
and there were no Car Hops that came out on skates,
now the Car Hops are gone, and here in their place,
is a big machine and it has no face.
May I take your order, is all that they ask,
as if that by itself is a diligent task.
Where, oh where, are the girls on their skates;
I guess I'll wait to take my breaks.
And the inside there's a booth with a phone.
Yes! This place makes you feel all alone,
call up and order, talk to the machine,
does that computer know what you mean.
And watch the food on a conveyor belt line,
burgers wrapped in cellophane, all in good time;
but there are no people with which to speak,
I should have waited another whole week.
So we now have those drive ups all over the place,
and astronauts may have them up there in space;
but, no I won't go through one in my car,
and I'm hoping the "skate girls" have their own star!
Okay, okay here's the scoop. The photos may enlarge a little if you click.
|1987 at Ott's Drive In, San Francisco. A lot of people|
didn't know what to do.
Photo: Bill Young, San Francisco Chronicle - he was there to record history
|The computer, bigger than a modern refrigerator,|
it was like the little ones today at McDonald's
each button was for a specific item.
Photo: Bill Young, SF Chronicle www.sfgate.com
Use a phone to order inside, and a jukebox too.
Photo: Bill Young, SF Chronicle