“I’ll order, you find a table.” Deck said, sounding more confident than he felt in this situation. Amy gave an questioning look, knowing he was far from confident in the task at hand.
“You sure?” She asked.
“Yeah, I’ve got this. Burgers, drinks, fresh fries. What’s so hard?” Deck countered.
“They’re called French Fries,” Amy pointed out.
“That’s what I said,” Deck said, waving her to the seating area. “I’ll be there in a jiffy.”
“Jiffy?” Amy teased the word choice.
Deck stood in line and watched order after order be taken. The smell of deliciousness filled the hole-in-wall restaurant. A morning of errand running had resulted an appetite that would either lead to “hangry” conversation with Amy or him collapsing on the cold sidewalk. He hoped the others in line would excuse his drooling, but surmised they were likely unaware of his situation. He was good with that.
Finally, his turn at the counter arrived.
“Hi, what can I get for you today?” The peppy cashier asked.
“I would like a Number Taco,” Deck said. Six words in and he had ruined everything. He shook his head. “I am so sorry. One Lumber Ton,” he again flubbed the line. “I am so, so sorry. I was in way over my head in this one. I’m going to send my wife in to finish up the inning. Calling in the lefty!” Deck joked.
He ran from the counter and found Amy. “I have made a terrible mistake and we need to go somewhere else before we are allowed nowhere else, okay?”
Amy, having been in this situation before, gathered her coat and purse and calmly exited the restaurant. Deck was already placing a web-order at a chain store down the street.
Thanks for reading!
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Lunch Hour Characters (bad art, humorously captioned)