"Hi, can I order one quarter pounder-"
*snickers* "Pounder. Never gets old."
"A meal, please. And a strawberry and banana smoothie. I also want an extra fries."
"You know, you'll never loose weight if you keep eating here, old man."
"Mean... maybe I should leave."
"Are you using your ability to leave against my paycheck?"
"Maybe."
"Okay. Go. I was going to tell you I was considering quitting anyways."
"WHAT?!?!?!"
"Yeah. I'm graduating soon, and I have enough savings from this job, over time, and my other job. So like, I can quit anyways."
"But... B-but."
"Yeah, I know, my butt is so fine."
"Oh, shut up!"
"Okay."
"So you're really leaving?"
"Yep. Maybe in a couple of months or so? I'm going on to work in retail, maybe."
"Oh..."
"Yeah, but we can still be friends, yeah?"
"Yeah... So... How about that food?"
"Oh, yeah! I forgot, sorry. $5.67. Please come to the window."
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The French Fry Guy
Short StorySecond book in the Fast Food series. ~~~~~ He liked French fries. She worked at a McDonald's. What happens when the two meet? ~!~ I took this picture from the internet. Credits to the one who originall...
