I began to panic. What could I do? I was too nervous to come up
with anything else on such short notice
No, this is it. This is your chance. Just stick with the plan. If
it's meant to be, everything will work out. You can do this.
I looked at the time. It had been 12 minutes since I'd placed my order.
Time to go.
I stepped from my car and walked across the parking lot. From the
outside, I could tell that most of the dinner crowd had come and gone. Only one
person was in line at the counter.
Good. I can do this without completely embarrassing myself in
front of a bunch of strangers.
As I pushed the door open, a bell rang and she looked up from the
register. Our eyes met and she cracked a little smile and waved. My heart was
pounding in my chest as I stepped into line. The wait was agonizing.
I think I might die. Right here. I'm going to collapse on the
floor and die, and as I'm dying I'm going to poop my pants. That's what happens
right? At least that's what I've heard. You poop your pants when you die. I'm
going to keel over right here and that's all she's going to know about me. He
loved chicken teriyaki and he pooped his pants and died.
Finally, after what seemed like a millennia, it was my turn. She waved me up to the counter.
"Hi Sess. How are you?" She began typing my order into the register.
"Hi, I'm good. How are you?" I replied instinctively.
I handed her my debit card. The price was always the same.
Small talk. Just make small talk until the time is right. What is the right time...? Probably after she gives you your food. Then just hand her the paper, say you want to say, and leave. Yes. Perfect plan. For now just make small talk.
"I'm good. Are you working tonight?" she asked.
"Uh..yep." I replied shortly.
You are the most boring man in the world. SAY SOMETHING ELSE. SAY SOMETHING PROFOUND.
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