Lunch

I will order in just a minute. If there’s grilled cheese, I want in on it. Or maybe I could have some fries. Which is on the menu to my surprise. I enjoy a burger on some days. But maybe not Mondays. I want mustard on my shirt. And guacamole on my skirt. As long as I am full. I don’t mind the messy toll. I will order in just a second now. This lemonade is already making me go “Wow!” I asked what he recommended. He says the fish is splendid. In 15 minutes my order came out. I wanted to see the delicious food he was talking about. The fish was good, I took a bite. But then I felt a new plight… At the table next to me, a man ordered chicken. I felt the plot start to thicken. It looked so good, I wished for a bite. I had to hold back with all my might. As the man walked to the bathroom. I felt sad in this dining room. I snuck over and stole a little of his food. It wasn’t much, so it wouldn’t ruin his mood. But he came back to the table too fast. I was chewing the chicken with his eyes overcast. I told him the chicken was just ok. But I’m glad I ordered the fish today.