Via Boston.com

First, Kathy Loughlin glided up to the drive-through window at her neighborhood Dunkin’ Donuts, where she ordered a tumbler of iced coffee (cream, no sugar).

Then, she guided her white Ford Escape to the front of the queue at the drive-through flu-shot clinic at her neighborhood hospital, Caritas Norwood.

Yes, a drive-through flu-shot clinic.

Just when I thought we couldn’t get any lazier, this happens. But who am I to talk? Right now I’m laying on the couch eating Doritos with one hand and typing this with the other. In thirty minutes my maid will be by to clean my apartment. Later I’ll order dinner from somewhere that delivers, this way I won’t have to change out of my Italian Tuxedo to go to the grocery store, pick up some food, and God forbid cook it myself.

Seriously, drive-thrus are meant for two things. Liquor stores and fast food.

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