I am obsessed with Five Guys Burgers and Fries. OBSESSED. Now that I’m pregnant, I’m hormonal and obsessed. My heart was filled with joy one day when I read that Five Guys was coming to Mount Dora and would open in December of 2010.
Look at your calendar. See the date? And I still have no Five Guys.
Construction was delayed, blah blah blah. Things have gone by at a snails pace and I have peeked in the windows and written the corporate office ( yes I did… I want my french fries) and cried and begged…all to no avail. About a month ago the pace of work really picked up but they also blocked off more of the windows making it hard for spies like myself to see what was going on. And then a beautiful thing appeared: a “Now Hiring” sign.
But that was weeks ago.
And I had a craving.
And I was driving by so… I just thought I’d check and see how things were going.
(C’mon… you know it sounds reasonable! Rational, even!)
I considered it a “community outreach”.
So Jack Henry and I stopped by our future Five Guys location today. I had been noticing that there was one area of the windows that was not covered in paper. It was a 18 inch glass pane at the very bottom, right off the ground. So I did what any pregnant girl would do. I set my young son down on the sidewalk beside the window, I knelt down on my hands and knees and I peeked in. It was no small feat at my current size! And I was just about to be able to focus and see how things were coming when I heard a voice.
“Ma’am, do you need assistance?”
And when I looked, it was a not-too-happy-looking Mount Dora police officer. I told him I was fine, all was well and tried to explain that I just wanted to see how much longer until the grand opening. He gave me a stern talking to and I responded with “I’m pregnant and I want Five Guys french fries”. Epic FAIL! He told me to get up and…. ahem… “encouraged me” to not be peeking in the window again.
I agreed…. half heartedly.
Then I did what any good blogger would do. I pulled out my cell phone and asked if I could take his picture. Mr. Not-At-All-Amused said NO. I asked again and he “invited” me to leave.
So I left and spent the rest of the day trying to figure out how I would explain to Dana why I had met yet ANOTHER of our fine local law enforcement officers. And why I took his young son on my Loch Levin Shopping Center crime spree.
All because of french fries.