The queue has morphed into a small mob at this point. The two guys in front of us are deeply involved in a heated argument over how much money they spent on one another this evening. Meanwhile, Karissa does some investigating on the price of a large order of chips. I sidestep the debaters. Guy A decides to follow Karissa to the menu at the side of the Trailer. Behind me, I hear Guy B attempting to speak French to the girls walking past. He promptly turns around to ask the girl leaning on the lamppost if she thinks this is sexy. Too far gone to comprehend the situation, she looks at him incredulously before spitting on the ground. Finally I am at the front of the queue. The Greek man running the till gives me a sigh of relief at the simplicity of my "large chips" order. "1.70," he tells me. Giving a false name, I pay with exact change. I have lost track of Karissa as I slide down the counter. Grease and salad fly in every direction. Two finicky girls to my left are doing the best job at angering the cooks with their requests. Mayonnaise suddenly appears on my coat. Resolute, I manage to transfer most of the salad dressing from my shirtfront to the cold metal of the countertop. Finally, with a shout of "Sarah!" I reach for the steaming styrofoam boat. Salt and vinegar, ketchup. Hold the mayo.
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1 comment:
hahahaha. that's funny.
trailer of life in the market?
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