If you followed our travels last year, you know Meg gets herself in precarious situations with the RV. Normally, she drives a Mini. She also drives my truck. And she drives the 35-foot Big Blue, with my truck in tow. However, this is what went through her mind today…”ooh, it’s drink one for Dane at Dutch Brothers today! I have to get a coffee for the road.”

But we’re in the RV, not your Mini, says an angelic voice–that sounds like me–in her mind. I’ll just pull into the back of the parking lot, out of the way (her internal dialog).

Much to our surprise, it’s a closed loop parking lot. The only way out is through the…Drive Through! So yes, Captain Intrepid strikes again. Did it deter her, nope. Do the Dutch Brothers staff have a hell of a story to share? They do now!

“…do you remember that time the ginormous motor home came through the drive-through.”

You just can’t come between Meg and her coffee. No, seriously, I have the scars to prove it. I love you, sweetie.

[This account of today may contain some imbelishments]

TJO