Lack of Communication by Robin Densmore Fuson
July 5 th marked a blistering hot day where temperatures hovered around the hundred-degree mark and heat waves rolled up from the pavement. Our family of five loved an adventure and decided on a drive up into the mountains where the air was cool and clear. Pikes Peak towering above Colorado Springs our destination, but first we thought full tummies down in the city instead of the café at the top of the mountain a better idea. We splurged on burgers, fries, and Coke. Anticipating our adventure, we didn’t go inside but chose the drive-through. My husband, David, pulled up to the order communication box. We knew what we wanted, so we figured this would be a “no-brainer.” We were wrong. The burgers and fries ordered, and the request for our choice of drinks came up. David often presented and spoke to crowds. As a polished communicator, he said, “Coke.” The response from the little box stunned us. “Milk?” “No. Coke.” “Milk?” Because of the heat, the car’s air condit...
