"Yeahhh... uh... Number four please. Make it big. You know... bigger."
"Is that all?"
"Yeah."
"For here or to go?"
"For here please."
"Your total is $7.03"
(Money exchanged, cue the intermission while my tray is being stacked with napkins, arby sauce, an oil tanker of carbination with corn syrup and what looks like a half gallon of milk, but there's no top and curly fries are crawling out of it.)
"Anything else sir?"
"No, I'm good."
"Have a good night sir."
"Thanks."
Another senseless, unthoughtful dinner in the books. Welcome to my Tuesday night. Please pull up to the second window...
2 comments:
eww.
Now only if it had gravy on it.
(I hope in honor of your blog's name you mention Victor McSweatpant. More than once.)
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