we were in the line
for some take-away store
(not that a cent existed in our pockets)
and i could smell
the fries;
those heavenly
devilishly good
palm oil consumed fries.
and it was drowning out
the smell of his cologne
and i hated that.
and he hated my silence.
• so, do you work? •
he asked.
hayden, i wish you knew
that i loathed
small talk.
but now
of course
i'd give anything
to small talk with you.
• i make people happy. •
• that's not a job that earns you money
roo. •
• i know.
and i like it that way. •
he was impatient
and it made me laugh.
he watched the screens
above the oily food
featuring that old man
from monopoly
- frozen next to the store's symbol.
• watch this •
i said
as the man before us collected his order.
• next •
the lady behind the register called.
• hello.
i'd like a get out of jail free card please •
the lady looked at me
as if silently asking if I was insane
and no one protested
because it was true.
• i'm sorry, we don't sell those here •
• shhh... i won't tell the other players
you sold it to me
i promise •
and suddenly she smirked.
• ten dollars please •
• of course, my dear •
and he stared at both me and the register
like we were trading drugs
and witnessed me pull out
the fifty dollars
in monopoly money.
• you can keep the change, honey •
and she traded me her empty hand
of an imaginary get out of jail free card
for the faded slip of paper.
• have a lovely day! •
she said, laughing
and i smiled up to him
half expecting him to be speechless
and half expecting him to be laughing too.
but i didn't even get to see his face
because right there
in the line
with the scent of odour and oil
swirling into our nostrils;
he turned to the lady
and said something
that was unpredictable.
• would you be able to provide me
an imaginary burger too? •
maybe two can play
the insane game.
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