Re: Dairy Queen. My husband was raised in northern Alabama. His family belonged to and faithfully attended the Methodist church. When he was 16 and his brother was 15, they didn't want to sit with their parents during church, so would go sit in the balcony. One Sunday they got the bright idea to sneak out to DQ. To solve the problem of insuring the family car was in the same spot, they took a park bench and moved it to the parking space the car was in, and proceeded to DQ. To make sure they got back in time, they listened to the church service on the radio. I guess listening to the service while eating ice cream was better than being in church. When they returned back to the church, their mother, who had a sixth sense about such things, was sitting on the park bench, arms crossed with her "pocketbook" on one arm, legs crossed with one leg swinging. Busted!