Isabella rarely went to the drive thru. It wasn’t because she was uptight about junk food but more to do with Isabella struggling to navigate her car through the narrow, ill-constructed passageways. The “give your order when you’re ready” speaker was always prone to static and feedback. So much so that Isabella found herself yelling her order at the little box with little success, only to have to reorder at the window. She had lost a hub cap, a lot of rubber, a mud guard and a significant amount of paint shuffling through the drive thru maze. Further, Isabella had been asked to ‘park’ nearly every time, only to be seen by someone who should never know about her supersized secret fetish. The ‘park of shame’ was only made worse by the ginormous frozen coke and bulbous, greasy paper bag being delivered laboriously by a 12 year old staffer. All in all, Isabella found the whole process irritating and a little humiliating. Like any rat in a maze however, Isabella was always rewarded with food. The reward far outweighed the punishment and hence classical conditioning was proven correct again. Damn those behavioural psychologists. Damn them [mouth filled with chips].