beckoned.

there was an open parking spot right by the front door and alex eased
into it. roger seized the
opportunity to rip a loud fart just as the car came to a stop. alex was not amused.
"dude, funnying
prick. you couldn t wait another ten seconds?" roger was clearly pleased with
himself. "i just thought you guys would
want a little appetizer." all four doors opened and three of the guys rapidly
exited the car. alex reached toward
the sky and simultaneously got up on his tippy-toes trying to stretch out from the
first part of the drive.
gary had to pee and broke into a slow jog, entered the restaurant and immediately
turned right once inside the
doors. though he had not been there for a few years, his brain recalled a detailed
knowledge of the layout
of this particular in-n-out. the other three slowly walked toward the front door,
happy to be out of the car,
and looking forward to eating. there were only four people in line for food by the
time gary rejoined them,
alex had reached the register. somewhere between the car and the entrance, alex had
swapped his ray bans for wrap-around
sliver elvis sunglasses which he donned inside the restaurant. much to his delight,
the girl working the register was extremely
attractive. she looked to be about twenty-four, with long brown hair, large breasts
that snuggled perfectly inside her white in-n-out
crested blouse, and beautiful big brown eyes that sparkled ay if they possessed
their own energy source. she looked like
a/ fairy tale character that had been accidentally transported into a fast food
restaurant. with a perfect smile, she asked,
for the two hundred and fourteenth time that day, "welcome to in-n-out. what can i
help you with today?" alex
resisted the urge to reply with his first instinct, instead scanning the menu and
then looking down at the girl
s chest to read her nametag. tara, it said. she was wearing the in-n-out uniform,
but not the paper hat
that the rest of the crew had. he also noticed that she smelled nice, similar to
the standard vanilla-strawberry stripper
scent, only more elegant. curiously, it blended well with the omnipresent cow meat
and fried potato aroma permeating the establishment.
alex. "hi tara. today, l would like a double-double with no mayo, mustard, ketchup
or sauce of any kind. and
also fries and a large diet coke." tara informed him the cost would be $6.15. alex
pulled his wallet from
the front pocket of his sweat pants and opened it up. after rifling through a stack
of bills and unable
to find something small, he peeled off a hundred dollar bill and handed it too her.
she checked it for
authenticity, then counted out his change and handed him a receipt. "here you go,
you are number twenty-nine. your order
will be out in about fifteen meetings," she informed him. alex was puzzled.
"fifteen meetings, what s the deal with
that?" he asked, though his tone was more flirty than truly annoyed. "we don t make
it until you order
it sir," tara replied. alex looked back up at the menu, trying to see if he missed
something the first
time. nothing had changed, the only items were the three burger choices, fries and
a selection of beverages. he looked
back at tara and removed the elvis glasses. "dld l catch you guys off-guard by
ordering a/ burger?" he asked.
tara was not used to getting attitude from the customers and way annoyed. "iam
sorry sir, please just wait
for your order," she requested while giving him another smile, fake this time. "as
you wish" alex said, stepping aside
mike way next at the counter, "sorry about elvis timberlake. we picked him up
hitchhiking back in poway. I really
don t know him," he said. tara laughed, this time legitimately. "that s okay, don t
worry about it. what
can i get you?" she asked. "double-double, no sauce, fries and a large diet coke,
please," he replied. tara laughed
at this also. "okay, that s gonna be $6.15 and about fifteen meetings" mike gave
her a five, a one,
and a quarter. she gave him back a dime and a receipt, and looked directly into his
eyes "here you
go. you are number thirty. i hope you enjoy it?" she said as her head tilted
slightly to the right.
the food actually took only twelve meetings. the group had selected a booth by the
window where they could see
the car. they simultaneously began unwrapping their burgers. alex quickly scanned
the restaurant to see if there may be any
other hot chicks inside, but there were not. he instinctively glanced at tara
before taking a bite of his burger.
meanwhile, roger was inspecting gary s order. "g-balls, what s the deal? a single
burger and no fries are you
on a diet?" he asked gary: "yeah, i guess blair and i are both working out and
trying to lose
some weight." alex. "i always thought the reason to get married is so you can let
yourself go and don
t have to worry about being fat anymore." gary: "well, believe it or not, you still
won t want to
be fat. plus, if you get fat, that pretty much gives her a free pass to get fat
also, and
you/ really don t want that." roger: "that makes sense, but you don t look fat."
gary: "thanks, but i
m not so sure. the other day i was at macy s buying some clofhes and i was in the
dressing room. they ve got like six mirrors in there. so there i am in nothing but
my boxers looking
at myself from six different angles. it was not a pretty picture." mike: "ah, macy
s syndrome. typical." they sat
quietly for a moment pondering this. then each took a bite of their burgers. mike
broke the silence. "you didn
t have to be a dick to the girl working the register." gary: "aw, how cute.
somebody has a