He would just get one dish. Then return later. He could keep coming back to this place with the red dinosaur scaled plastic cups and try everything they had on these laminated menus. If coming to college had given him nothing else better at least he'd have this.

Once back home he was going to crash hard. He was drinking this coke and chewing on ice cubes here and there dreaming about the sleep. Funny how he had just been dreaming about this coke until now. But now that the refreshing carbonated syrup was guzzling down his throat now he was onto the next thing. Well the food too of course. He would put hot sauce on it rather than the ketchup the waittress had brought out for him.

Hot sauce was something he and his roommate Sean don constantly argued over. Jack liked all hot sauces. He just liked the burn. But Sean Don was a true connoseiuer or he pretended to be at least. Sean only deigned to eat certain hot sauces. Not the popular brands. But super expensive bottles that would come in the mail. Jack thought this was stupid. A gimmick.

"Here ya go hon. Enjoy the omelet," the waitress said.

Jack reached for the hot sauce... tapped the bottom of the bottle to squirt some out and then got to work. He wondered what Sean Don would have to say right now.