Ivy League my ass

Waiting for the drive-in at McDonalds. Some genius designed the drive-in so there is precisely one car-length between the car that is paying at the first window, and the car that is ordering at the speaker.

Inevitably, the person that just ordered pulls up overconservatively, so the person behind them is about six feet away from the speaker.

So, inevitably, I start shouting at the speaker. And the person in front of me has their window down and hears me shouting, and pulls up another eight feet so I can pull up six.

But tonight, I start shouting ... a long order too. No pull up.

I squint to make out the sticker in the rear window of the SUV.

Cornell.