Number 3 Special
Frank walked in, sat down. Sue walked over, said hey Frank. Hey Sue. Whaddya havin'? Lemme get a coffee, two eggs, three bacon, two turkey sausage links, two pieces of whole wheat toast, half a grapefruit, a short stack of chocolate chip pancakes, small orange juice, hash browns, home fries, a regular sausage patty, half a turkey club, a full reuben, a pastrami on rye, a bowl of tomato soup, a cup of italian wedding soup, fries, waffle fries, curly fries, disco fries, pizza fries, taco fries, an order of fish and chips, a western omelet, a chicken burrito, a hamburger, a cheeseburger, two slices of pepperoni, a stromboli, a calzone, you guys got uhh, what are they called, uhh, sour patch kids? I'll take a family size bag of those, a corn soufflé, a couple a' tamales, a big chicken pot pie, a small shepherd's pie, a spinach quesadilla, a falafel platter with hummus, two cokes, a mountain dew, five or six chicken fingers, a cheese steak, sausage and peppers, a chicken parm sandwich, and a black and white milkshake. Peg looked up from her notepad, we're out of coffee. Frank stood up, said forget about it then. Please consider making a contribution to my Patreon if you enjoy these weird stories and are able to support them financially. No Happy Nonsense is 100% ad free and your donation helps keep it that way. |
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