by Steven Tomlins
I dipped my burger in an expired bar-b-que sauce.
“Randal just isn’t like other guys, there’s
something wrong with him –
he doesn’t beat me. How am I supposed
The fries were mushy and cold, flaking salt goosebumps.
“Geordie and Brad both beat me because
that’s how I learn. Randal’s weird –
but I like him anyway; even if he doesn’t
Watery soda tasted sort of papery, kind of like the cup itself.
Don’t get me wrong – I tried to explain
it to her – we both did, Randal and I, but she just
didn’t get it. We told her that being
beaten wasn’t normal – but she wasn’t listening.
Our teaching tactics weren’t what she was used to.
I didn’t finish the combo; nor did
I complain. The service was lame but I’d expected
as much. Such a waste, but you get what you
pay for; know what I mean?