Late night run to the Servo

There's been plenty of times we have been out at friends houses or after a boozy night in town and like the rest of the hoards of tired, wobbly people heading home...pass a beacon of light...your local service station! It says it all 'service' at a station minus the trains or smiley conductors of the 1940s.  And pretty much from 11pm onwards, when the doors lock and you get served through that night pay window,  you can take the 'service' part off the title too.  Perhaps 'Grumpy-I-hate-my-job-and-all-my-customers' station would better suit. I don't blame them, it would SUX to have to first translate what drunkards are saying "Heeeey mate, calan ou hoook mi upppsh shome piiiis" and then run around grabbing drunk peoples munchies just for them to change their minds about flavours or colours or 'make it 3 of those' only to have to wait for them to find their cash cards, drop them, search around to find them again..get their hands stuck in the metal box when the eftpos machine comes out and after all that it declines.  I know it freaken suxs being the chick stuck behind that person waiting to just get a loaf of bread.  And how many times do the people on the late night drive-thru at BK or dodgy old McDs have to nod and smile at the dicks who decide it would be hilarious to walk the drive-thru (some of those dicks are actually very nice people, who have respectable day time lives and children and just wanted a cheeseburger..so I've heard??)
There is always some sort of 1st world drama we encounter whenever the husband decides we need some drive-thru greasies on the way home..."coke machine is broken"..."that's a breakfast item"..."do you have the actual coupon for the deal you saw on tv"...."there's a 2 hour wait on that" exaggerating a tad but it felt like it at 2am or the latest being they had run out of the one burger the husband wanted.  He got his angry eyes on and threw his toys out of the cot "I don't want anything then!" was loudly with a four letter word thrown in for good measure huffed into the black box and then proceeded to hoon out of the drive-thru in true pissed off fashion. Unfortunately when we turned the corner to exit we found we were stuck behind 4 cars waiting for their orders...Awkward! I don't think I even tried to stifle my giggles and then rung two friends to tell them as well! After much waiting and a nice mandatory cooling off period the other cars got out of the way and the husband decides there was a burger that could make him happy so ordered after all and we headed home. I'm surprised they don't have a photo of our car on their wall with a warning sign above it.