Dairy Queen

Oh about 7 years ago this ex-​girlfriend of mine whom smoked pot called this dude who was a dealer, and he lived over on route 14. Anyways he told her he would leave her a bag outside of his house, in this RV that sat in his front yard, so she convinced me to drive here there with the promise that we would stop at this Dairy Queen after her deed was done, and I would be treated to a chicken strip basket with fries, gravy, and texas toast.
So we get to this guy’s house, and we see his camper, and I’m waiting in the car while she’s trying to get inside, and she’s prying on the door, and it wont open. I saw someone looking out at her from the window of the house, so I called over to her, and asked her if that was her friend whom was looking out at us. She told me it wasn’t, and then realized we were at the wrong house, and it was apparently a stranger’s locked RV that she was trying to pry open to find her drugs. She called her dealer back, got his address, finished her mission, and then I eventually got my chicken strip basket that I was promised, and it was so tasty it was honestly worth all the trouble.
The moral of the story is don’t do drugs and if you are hungry the chicken strip basket is good.