Wednesday, April 8, 2015
You are sitting in a chair, facing your lovely girlfriend. Inside your head, you’re asking, “Is it the right time? Will I tell her?” Your hands sweating inside your pocket as you hold an engagement ring. Yes! I will ask her to marry me. I will tell her that… Then all of a sudden a baby cried in the back seat. Two kids were playing tag and one even accidentally bumped into you. The music on the PA system is too loud, you can’t even hear what you are saying. Some ice cream spilled in your best tux and a long line of people at the counter are all looking at both of you.
The horror of dating in a fast food.