Waiting in The Lion Dance Chinese Take Away

I sit on a straight back red vinyl chair in a Chinese Take Away waiting for my beef and black bean sauce, pork chow mein and a serving of special fried rice - hear from behind a beaded rainbow coloured curtain the sizzle and spit of hot oil, the constant sound of a ladle scraping the sides of a wok, smell a symphony of smells that run a river of saliva across my wanton tongue - then silence, seconds seem like minutes until, “your order is ready sir”, and at that moment all the loveliness of the world becomes boxed and cradled in a Lion Dance labelled take away carry bag. Note for American readers. In Australia we use the term Take Away instead of Take Out. Same thing. Not sure of the term used in the UK or elsewhere.