Keith never got tired of the
McFlurry
, no matter where he went in the state it tasted the same. Like a glass of milk he thought but never said out loud.
It was quiet, and normally he’d eat in his car, but this was enough for him. Enough silence that he could relax. No music. He hated when places had music. Couldn’t hear himself think, or his number called for the ice cream.
He sat by the window it was a nice day. A breeze but warm in the sun. He ate his ice cream slowly savouring each bite. He’d drive another hour or so. Then head back. In time enough to make something nice.
Another car pulled into the lot and parked right next to his. Strange he thought, there was every other spot in the lot why pick his.
Out pops a girl or woman dressed like a teacher Keith thought, looked like she had a
New Yorker
bag at home.
She walked in the store and straight to the bathroom. When she came out her hands were wet she didn’t use the hand dryer.
“Small fry please, uh, actually large. I just remembered haven’t eaten all day.”
The lady at the till. Didn’t respond just pointed to the monitor what she had to pay.
“Oh yeah, uh here.”
She took her number and looked around the store. Seeing Keith she went and sat near. Not as near as her car to his, but closer than Keith wanted.
