MTG: I'll have the number four please?
Cashier: And for you sir?
AD: I dunno. Uhm...the number 10.
Cashier: Ok, would you two like large or medium?
MTG & AD (at the same time) "Medium" "Large"
Cashier: Ok one large and one medium?
AD: Yes maam.
Cashier: Regular or curly fries?
AD: Curly please (MTG always gets curly so I order for both of us.)
Cashier: Any jalapeno poppers or cheese sticks shakes?
AD: Not for me?
MTG: Can I get a small Oreo shake please?
Cashier: Sure...Anything else?
(Both together) No
I pay the cashier and MTG goes to find a seat in the corner. I picked her up for lunch from work. The cashier hands me a decorative antenna ball. I didn't ask for it but I take it anyways. Oh we're at Jack in the Box. The cashier hands me our two drinks and the shake. I take them to the booth were MTG is reading a local culture newspaper, "The Current".
MTG: Hey Kenney Chesney is coming!
AD: I know
MTG: We'll be back from Santiago by then.
MTG: It would be nice to go you know.
I smile and nod my head. She doesn't know I already bought tickets. MTG rolls her eyes.
AD: This is a huge drink. (I say looking at my monsterous large Dr Pepper)
MTG: You going to drink it all?
AD: No way. I'll probably drink maybe an ounce and throw the rest away.
MTG: Now why would they give people huge drinks like that. It's like saying no to the small size that's like as big as a bottle of coke, and instead getting a drink that's more than you'd get in a six pack.
AD: Wow, where did that come from?
MTG: I'm just being exurberantly contemplative today.
AD: Yeah I see that.
MTG: Honestly why are we giving people gallons of soda to drink. It's crazy.
I go back and pick up our food. MTG has her legs extended to the other side of the booth when I get back.
AD: Comfortable then?
MTG: Yes very.
MTG: Do you like my new shoes?
I look at them while scrapping the mountain of mayonnaise off the bun.
AD: They're very nice. When did you get them.
MTG: This past Sunday when I went out with my sis.
AD: Jeeze this is mostly letuce and mayonnaise. Look at the size of the chicken breast. I think they're killing chicks and using them instead of full grown chickens.
MTG: I wouldn't doubt it. But you'll eat it anyways right?
AD: Yep, delicious chicks. Mmm.mm..good.
We eat our lunch and talk. Halfway through MTG asks.
MTG: Have you decided what you're going to take on the trip.
AD: Haven't even had a thought.
MTG: What?? I already have my outfits planned. Am I going to have to pack for you? I can get us matching outfits. (She said with an evil smile)
AD: I can pack myself thanks. Lets see I just need a pancho, some Hot Wheels, a thermometer and some flip flops and I'll be set.
MTG: That's not funny. (She says while laughing)
MTG: I have a bag just for my shoes.
AD: Now how can you have a bag just for shoes?
MTG: I'm a girl that's what we do. It's all about shoes baby.
AD: I have four pairs of shoes. Work, tennies, Boots, and dress. You have half a closet full.
MTG: Open toe sandals, pumps, high heels...(she keeps going)
AD: See how can you need all those shoes? It boggles the mind.
MTG: You just don't understand. (she says as she tapes my leg with her foot still up on the bench.)
MTG: I have nice shoes. They show off my feet. I'm always complimented on my feet.
AD: Uh..ok that's kinda creepy.
MTG: (laughs) Don't you think I have pretty feet?
AD: Yeah their nice. But honestly I'm not really paying attention to them most of the time.
MTG: How's your mayonnaise and letuce sandwich?
MTG: Want the rest of my fries?
AD: You needn't ask.