And you were expecting what from me?

The lunch rush, for some reason, tends to hit around 1 PM. Always. There’s a wave at noon, but there’s always that rush between 1 and 2. It was around 2:25, and the lines were finally looking to go away. This girl walks up to the counter and says,

“Hi, I’d like the Timmy Special.”

My reaction was to say something witty in response, but I couldn’t think of anything without being perverted. You know, saying I jerk the TimmySauce at the beginning of my shift. Failing that, I was just kind of flabbergasted.

She was giving me a look like she knew me, except I couldn’t place her face at all. She said,

“You want me to tell you who I am?”

Wait. Wait. It came to me.

“Valerie?”

Ah! She had caught me COMPLETELY off-guard. She brought her buddy Jesse with her. She spent at least five minutes being indecisive about what to eat, so I ended up ordering for her, gave her a (free) cup for soda and a (free) green apple soda. *smirks* Jesse came up later, saying he was hungry, so he had what she had and a different soup. My shift was over at 3, so I told them after I was done, I’d sit down and chat with them.

…

Hey, I never said I was the most interesting person in the world. You know those moments where you’re just sitting around and somebody says “So…”

Yeah. Like that.

I looked at her and realized that her age was set to fifteen. She.. didn’t look it. Mentally, I don’t feel like I’m that much older than her.

Eh whatever.

I also snatched a raspberry brownie for us. Ha ha. Anybody else want to visit me? *bribebribe*

She got a TimmyHug from me, after hesitation on my part. Hey, I’m always bad with those scenes.

It’s fascinating to sit across from somebody that reads me. I think, “What does she know?” There’s also the fact that I really don’t know much about her.

I’m sure there’s tidbits here and there, but whatever. Alex has encouraged me to write fiction. While I can’t do serious fiction, or anything not centered on me, there is something experimental I’d like to try. Ever run through scenarios of what could happen in the future, or how you’d handle things? I have those all that time, and I don’t think I ever write about them. Quite personal. I may try to write some of those out, stream-of-consciousness. I’ll wait for the right mood.

Jesse also asked me what my inspiration for BIGGAYDAN was. If you don’t know by now, there’s no point in asking.

Anyway, Wendi wants to watch Fight Club.