Drive-through dingbats

Today I thought I'd post about drive-through window idiots. Customers, not employees, that might be a whole other post one day. There's a couple of different breeds aof this animal. First off, there's the people who don't really have any idea what they want when they get to the window and will sit there forever before they order, or ask dumb questions like "Does the quarter pounder with cheese come with cheese or is that extra?" Or "What kind of fish is in the fish sammich" We're not talking fresh catch of the day here people! It's supposed to be "fast" food. These people are the lightweights in the fastfood idiot world however. A minor annoyance that cause only a slight delay.
Next up the list are a certain type of person whom you can almost always count on to invidiually order and pay with 4 or more people in the same car. Now, get this, everyone would be faster, including those folks if they got their lazy butts out of the car and went inside, but no. They have to pull up to the window, pass the money back and forth for each person in the car. Those are in a dead heat with the next breed of drivethrough dingbat.
The full minivan or SUV! Little league team decides to hit McDonald's on the way home from the game and they decide the best course of action is to go through the drive-through. Now you get 10 different orders, and a lot of kids are picky so its not just 10 cheeseburger happy meals. Sheesh, so much for convenience.
Grumpy's doc has advised him to lay off the fast food, so it's not like I gotta put up with these folks all the time, but it seems like every time I'm in a hurry or just get a craving for those fries and find myself in the drive-through one of these not so elusive beasties is in line ahead of me. And I don't have my dingbat stamp for my huntin license.