Boredom makes me silly

A few years ago, when we were planning a move from one end of the state to the other, we spent a lot of time on the turnpike. That gets real old pretty quick, doncha know? Late one evening, while we were having supper at Miami Subs, we decided to have some fun at one of the toll booths. I have no idea how we got this idea into our heads, but I'm pretty sure I was the instigator this time.

We used the paper cup with just a little fruit punch left and added some crumbled bits of cookies and some tziki sauce (from a gyro), a squirt of coffee creamer, Whopper Jr (with the works) bits, honey, mayo, ketchup, and whatever else we happened to find. DS wishes I could remember the recipe. Maybe it's just as well... It looked and smelled pretty foul... quite realistic. Well, I held on to the cup till we hit the next toll booth. As Duller was paying the man, I looked at him with wide eyes and said, "I'm gonna be sick!' Now Duller has a real hard time keeping a straight face, so the toll booth attendant must've really wondered why he was grinning like a cheshire at his wife's misfortune. Just before we pulled away, I threw open the door, leaned way out and poured the contents of the cup on the ground. Duller was so gone by this time, he started to pull away without getting his change! From a twenty! The guy hollered at him and brought it out to him, bless his heart.

Not to worry, the rain came soonly and washed away the faux barf. What else were we to do for entertainment on the turnpike in the middle of the night?!

After that, we drove along dreaming up imaginary conversations with the toll booth attendants. Asking, in different accents, things like, 'Where big mouse? You have big mouse?'

So, what do y'all do when you're punchy?
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