by Nicki Wood
We rolled up on the Charlotte Avenue Sonic for last night's root beer float giveaway hesitantly. Would there be 50 cars stretching down to the interstate exit? Fist-fights and surly employees?
Neither, happily. We found an organized effort, modestly attended (at 8:40, anyway) and sweet helpers cheerfully bringing around trays of mini floats, even offering second helpings.
Our server reported that they had served ten or twelve trays of floats, each tray holding 12 floats. Fluffermuffin, my daughter, noted that the ice cream was at the bottom, and that it should be called a Root Beer Sink, but she drank two anyway.