I had been driving for a while now, the sun had previously
set hours earlier, but I had yet to get to my destination. Florida was such a long state and no matter
how long I was driving for, I didn’t feel like I was making any headway. Worse than that, my tummy was beginning to
growl and I really needed to eat something great, even late. Luckily I was about to hit a big college town
where there would surely be something that would fit the bill.
As I drove into town I decided to pass the first few spots
because either I wasn’t lovin’ it, or I wanted to go where taste really
ruled. Finally I saw the bright yellow
sign that was my hero and pulled into the parking lot. I opened the door, avoided the puddle of
spilled soda and the wrappers drifting in the light breeze, and I headed to the
door.
As I walked in, it immediately struck me that the place was
empty, except for the college student behind the counter. Ignoring her, I walked towards the bathroom
and opened the door. I needed a pit stop
almost as much as I needed some nourishment and standing in front of the urinal
I felt the relaxation only a good wiz can provide. I did my business, washed my hands and then
headed back out into the dining room.
As I emerged into the room, I noticed that the girl from
behind the counter was locking the door.
Clearing my throat I said, “Hi, are you closing up?”
Without giving me a glance she said, “Yep, but since you’ve
made it in before we locked the doors, you’ll be our last customer.”
“Great!” I said walking towards the counter. “I’m starving, been driving for hours.” I raised my eyes to the large lighted panels
that they used as a menu. As I tried to
decide on what I wanted, the girl walked around and got in position behind the
counter.
“Hi, I’m Ashley and I’ll be your sandwich sculptor
today. How can I help you?” Despite the late hour she said her line with
exuberance.
I continued to stare at the menu while I said, “I’ll get the
Melt.”
“Yum! The melt is one
of my favs! I like it nice and gooey, do
you?”
I wasn’t really paying attention to her as she spoke and
just said, “Yeah.” Pausing a moment, my
eyes moved over to the roll choices.
“I’ll get that on the six inch wheat.”
Ashley turned around and pulled a tray off the rack. “At this late hour, I’m gonna make your six
inch a footlong.”
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