joedaman2005

“Oh gosh. I just can’t decide,” the mammoth man shuffled in what Henry surmised was a blood-sugar crash fueled anxiety. “Yeah, we get that a lot,” Henry said leaning on the counter, his gaze settling on a stretch of mismatched tiles on the far wall. One errant vertical tile disrupted the horizontal pattern lining the seating area. Why have a zig where it should zag? The man turned to his nimbus of a wife. “What do you think, honey?” She turned up to the billboard-sized neon menu, its radiating glow lit the creases along her jowls. Her tongue flicked as she mouthed off each item, as if she could sample the foods by listing them. His mouth twisted as he watched her. Bet she tastes the grease in the air too. She gnawed away on her thumb like a stray chicken tender and studied the menu with the fear of a woman confronted with a life-or-death decision. He tapped on the counter, keeping tempo with every clench of her jaw as she chomped down. It just might be with how much