||[Jan. 17th, 2008|11:19 am]
For any narrative image geeks...|
They're senior couple in Ventura county that goes to BK for lunch together at the particularly quaint time of Sunday at noon.
They order the same thing. And though it is possible that they share the fries, I suspect the more stubborn of the two eats them.
They pay in exact change to a cashier with an uncommon name.
Edited at 2008-01-18 01:30 am (UTC)
My brain is very uncreative and unromantic
If you are reading narrative into receipts, then you have waaay too much time on your hands.
I'm adding this on to your beers-I-owe-Nate-cause-I-was-a-dick-to-him-online tab.
Dude, I must have racked up a case by now. When are you gonna collect? . . . bitch.
Seriously... it would be good to see you sometime. You should come to La La land and drink away your woes.
I like how folks visiting Kansas is plainly unimaginable.
LOL - Kansas. Aren't there like, tornadoes there and stuff? :p
To be honest, when struggling to attach a narrative to this (of course it seems obvious now) I thought 2 things:
1. I hope he ordered with the grammatically correct "2 Whoppers Junior" instead of the colloquial "2 Whopper Juniors"
2. If I ever become a luchador, I will fight under the name "Senior Soda", as in Mr. Soda. I will spit cola in my opponents eyes.
i thought the story was super cute and sweet. i imagined him taking out his change from his pocket.