NOW…THAT WATER FALL WAS WORTH SOME PIZZA HUT-LIKE INDIGESTION, WASN’T IT??????
“You have salad?”
“We got garden salad.”
it was buried under the dozen American pizza choices, deep fired cheese sticks. and other cholesterol-enriched menu items. i looked for a dressing list…
She waited, hand on hip, frowning.
“Dressing- where’s your dressing?”
“I got ranch, eye-talian, and ranch.”
Junior and his tall buddy in denim overalls slipped by and sat at a ’70’s style Pizza Hut table.
“Did you say ‘ranch’?”
“What other kinda dressing is there?”
I ordered…and wandered around the store. Passing a row of deep fried snacks in plastic bags…a row of scientifically created puffed candies…and a row of generic paper products and white bread…
Junior’s father- or someone genetically related- passed me. I escaped his presence- and essence- by…
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