Hey, Ron! (Trip to McD's)

Hey, Ron!
Remember that time you took me home to meet your parents, but you'd failed to tell them when we would be arriving and we showed up just as they were about to sit down to a nice dinner they'd made, complete with wine?
You said, "Boy, that looks good! I'm kind of hungry."
And I looked at the two plates on the table and said, "I think we are interrupting their dinner." and you said, "No, it's ok."
Your parents insisted that we eat their dinner. I was so embarrassed, and nervous. They seemed so nice and generous. [That opinion has never wavered]
After dinner we borrowed their car so you could drive around and show me your hometown. As we passed McDonald's, you hit the breaks and said, "Are you thirsty? I'm thirsty. I'm going to get a drink!" It seemed like an odd thing, to suddenly be super thirsty. To be honest, I wondered if you were an undiagnosed diabetic, or something. You pulled up to the drive-thru, ordered a drink, pulled up to the window, paid and got your drink, and drove away.
Later that evening you confessed that you'd stopped because you saw your old girlfriend was working, and you wanted her to see you out with your new girlfriend. I laughed and laughed.
"My god, that's so... petty!"
"I guess so."
"Really, that's so passive-aggressive!"
"You think she was jealous?"
"Oh, definitely. I'm pretty hot."

[27 years later the two of you would get married in a quiet ceremony atop scenic Dorsey's Knob, but we didn't know that then. This was a story we would chuckle about often, over the years, and any time we drove past that McDonald's I'd ask, "Do you need to get a drink?"]