21 December 2012
Fries for lunch,
Me and my friend both
I turn and order
He stands and grins and says politely, forthrightly, small or large?
I dare not meet his eyes,
I look at his hair, at the board above him,
all the while not seeing his eyes boring straight into me
I go to get ketchup in a saucer
And (really,truly) accidentally spill ketchup over my fingers.
He comes with my fries (cashierers aren't supposed to leave their cashiers) and he exclaims and rushes off to get tissue. He hands me a thick wad and I look up and say thank you.
He has the sparkliest eyes I've ever seen.
This Funny Feeling • Opuss № I