Escaping For A Guilty Pleasure....Burger
Somewhere in an isolated rural city that was surrounded by a desert Mary noticed the sun leaving the horizon while turning her head to see December 23rd on the calendar. It was then the professional who just made it up the first rung on the corporate ladder wondered about the future and whether a certain question would be gift wrapped in love.
“Mary we are all going out to the Brewing Net Bar and Grill,” a voice came from another cubicle, “do you want to come?”
Lacking any type of jewelry, a response came, “I am not free,” then a pause, “Will tonight.”
Bill stood up quickly, “Then have a wonderful holiday and I hope you get what you are looking for,” forcing Mary to put her left hand over the right.
On the way home from work something mystical pulled the business advisor when the big highway notified the proper direction, North or South. Either way the enlarged pavement turned into a one lane a few miles from civilization.
A no commercial radio getaway promotion rocked Mary into the unknown where winter was represented by a chilly wind. Suddenly, when lights appeared the attractive brunette stomach rumbled.
Carefully pulling off the exit a restaurant decorated in all its festive fineness proclaimed this was a mealtime miracle and the special board lured Mary for a dining experience.
When entering the establishment Mary inquired, “Can I have a table for one?”
“I am sorry ma’am, we have a party tonight,” the host reported.
Returning Mary pressed the car door button and it unlocked, “oh boy a Guilty Pleasure Burger place,” Driving across the street Mary soon arrived at the microphone, “Can I have one Guilty Pleasure Burger?”
“Do you want that with American cheese?”
“Yes,” Mary answered.
Taking the whole package deal led to parking under a lamp post and enjoying the evening out and not cooking. Finding stimulation consuming the Guilty Pleasure Triple Play the long trip back seemed torturous but the word “Inn” shined bright only a few feet away. Finding a parking space and a credit card in hand the registration lounge could be the solution.
“We are all full,” a growl came from a chair in the back, “a private group came in and reserved all the rooms.”
Putting the Master Visa back into the jeans pocket Mary returned behind the steering wheel. Leaving the town limits darkness engulfed the situation and a few minutes later the announcement “Scenic Rest Stop Ahead” replaced any doubt. This area ended the run and the symbolically sacrificing illumination reality brought Mary closure. Popping the trunk, this lone adventurous braved the elements grabbing a blanket before creating a worthwhile atmosphere when seasonal tunes brought joy.
As the star less evening stared Mary in the face there was not any guidance and easily fell asleep due to the black surroundings. Dawn broke painting a beautiful landscape and stating, ‘explanations could be found when a simple attempted conversation happens when going home.’ Rolling down the window “This is the day I find a new journey,” the full-grown adult lady shouted into the touristy postcard photograph.
Watching Mary limp inside carrying the fast-food leftovers Mrs. Lynn requested, “Where have you been Missy?”
Handing the paper bag, she told her, “I had a guilty pleasure.”
“It’s only five miles away, what took you so long?”
Mary gave a loving stare and Mrs. Lynn got the message before reading the scripted dialogue, “I was supposed to tell you there is a surprise inside your stocking.”
Going near the chimney a little box hid inside the traditional decoration and when the container opened, a proposal came from behind, “Would you marry me?”
Turning around, “Joey sure I want to marry you,” Mary grabbed his ears using a sensitive grip, “but first I have to take a shower, I had a Guilty Pleasure all nighter.”
Smiling Mrs. Lynn followed up exclaiming, “and it had cheese, American, I think.”
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