Saturday, January 17, 2015

fries?

My inquisitor looked coldly at me across the stainless steel surface. his eyes met my own, unflinching seeming almost detached. Seeming lifeless as the task before him.
I considered and I sought through my mind for an answer to his query. He was obviously impatient, his fingers drumming rhythmic upon the device before him.
I felt a bead of sweat forming at my temple and I knew.. I knew that I must answer and I replied, "Yes I would like fries with that."

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