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CJ Siembida
Feb 16, 2026
Well, sonic, where do I begin. Sonic food, a typically peak experience, ended in tragedy. My poor little acquaintance, he who shall not be named, has a curfew as per his father’s request. We figured, oh, Sonic is quick we could probably even eat it there. And… what’s this? An empty sonic? Unheard of! Alas, 25 minutes later, and after a failed transaction in which the “card” button would not even let us tap it, my companions and I were waiting, as a Chevy pickup proceeded to get his/her/their food near instantaneously. After the food arrived, and after the dust settled, we stood there in the frigid weather, sharing the same coat as we were taking shifts, mingling about as adolescents do, and we finally get our food. Later than planned by a large sum of time, we head off, and, well, let’s see how my companion’s padre takes it. I’ll keep ya posted. CJ, out!