Penance

It was that approach, that speculated distance between he and her. The ambiguity purposeful, with out distinction so the vague may fill your role appropriately. A creeping wave of emotion, building in the far off tide, a conjuring of the spirit among salty water. He would try not to swallow too much of it. She was his deliverance from the mundane, the fray of life wearing at the edges he was old before he had lived. Such preoccupation was unhealthy.
"Next."
God damn if this shit shift wouldn't end already.
"I'll take a number 7 combo with curly fries, and no mustard. Last time you guys put..."
My fist through your God damned face.
"...mustard on there and I got all the way home before I saw it."
"8.52"
"Is that the price for a large?"
"I just presumed."
"Presumed? Because I'm fat? I want to talk to your manager!"
"No, you always order large. Every Friday, same order."
Now they feel like an asshole for forgetting me, I'm a human that you see every week and you can't even remember my face.
"Oh... right."
That's right tubby, I have no idea if you order this here every Friday or not. Worst case scenario it's a simple misunderstanding. I just thought you were fat and would order a large, and then get indignant about it. I know how all this works, I know what you will say before you say it, you are, no we all are that predictable. Why am I still here at this abysmal station of the cross? Is there any meaning to any of this? Fuck that diminutive view, meaning is small, accomplishing is big.
"Order 568, number 7 combo extra mustard."
"You asshole. I said NO mustard."
"I'm kidding, it was a bad joke."
"Oh, sorry."
She was here though, well there, she's over there right now. Was she just looking at me? Maybe I should joke around so she thinks I"m interesting. Yeah that's a good idea.
"HEY."
Well that came out louder then expected.
"S'up?"
With eyes beyond words she looked inquisitively. Now he had to come up with a joke, in a desperate panic he thought of a friends previous work.
"I'm thinking of starting an artistic rock band where we cut off our left ears. We're going to be called the Vincent Van Go-Go's."
"That's terrible."
Her laugh left him to disagree.

"YOU CHEEKY FUCK! I SAID NO GOD DAMNED MUSTARD!"
"Shit."




*Author's note: Hey guys just wanted to say I have no ill will towards any over weight people. The opinions expressed are really there to make you kinda hate the main guy. Hopefully the duality of human kind to both be appealing and appalling resonates louder then derogatory language.