Tuesday, October 19, 2010

at the counter of life...

I kept shouting after my logical explanation was taken for granted
"This is not my order"
He ignored me
I shouted with all the strength of my voice
"This is not my order!!!"
He ignored me again
I leant across the counter and poked him
But he didn't seem to be disturbed
I poked him again
Harder this time
But he didn't even bother looking back at me
He kept shoveling fries into little cartoon boxes
I yelled at him angrily
"This is not what I ordered!!!"
He kept arranging burgers into the tray
I yelled for the manager
He seemed disinterested

The line behind me kept moving
People walked through me
One by one, took their trays and walked away silently

To my amazement,
I heard my name being called on the speaker
"Little miss, take your tray or leave it!
You won't get another order.
Live with it or don't!"
I lifted my hands,
Touched the two ends of the tray,
And,
Kept waiting...