At The Mexican Restaurant

by DragonSkulls

I piled my wife and a few friends in the van and

we headed off to our favorite mexican restaurant.
I ordered my usual, shrimp fajitas. Why I have to
tell the waiter to make sure they add tomatoes, like

every single time, I don't have a clue.

I work tomorrow so I needed to be in bed by nine

and it was already seven thirty, plenty of time. For

some reason, having a good time talking and joking

isn't a thing anymore. Everybody had their face in
their phone. I can't lie, I did too.

That's when everything changed. This night simply

had to end quickly. After five minutes of everyone

ordering, I yelled at the waiter, "Is our food anywhere

close to being done yet? It's only seven lousy orders,

come on!"

When it finally arrived, I started stuffing food in my

mouth like a madman. I barked at everyone there,

"Hurry the hell up and eat, you bastards!"

After my fajitas were gone, I took the demanded to-go

boxes and dumped each one of my friend's, still warm,

food into them. "Move it people, we're leaving." I may

have lost friends tonight but I simply didn't care.

I ran lights and sped through the streets like a Hollywood

stunt man to get home. The van tires screeched into the

driveway as I dove out.

It was a half hour after I needed to be in bed but, damn it,

I did manage to enter this contest.

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At The Mexican Restaurant

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