KFC

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The different ways people view each other's lives.

Submitted: July 18, 2017

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"I'm leaving," I heard her say. I heard it with that usual tone of toughness mixed with tenderness that meant to say: I'm telling you and there's nothing you can do about it. The tone also carried vibes that she meant was something more but literally it was just that: she's leaving for a KFC meal. How many times had I wanted to tell her: don't. The ones you go to, even though you call them friends, are shallow. They're there for a while. For these fleeting moments of pleasure that you so much crave. I guess the thrill of the ride is always more exciting than the cave of love. But that is all I have to offer. I am not rich and lavish and exuberant like them. All I have to offer are but simple treats. But I guess life gets boring for couples no matter how hard they try not make it so. I guess, in the end, if all fails, one gets back to juvenile starting point when they developed the notion of how to see the world. That's how you saw the world. Friends and fun. That's it. It's a choice. Even though reality may actually not be that for you. Any way, home, love and dedication for a KFC meal? We'll see.
Yes, a KFC meal. I asked him for it for so long. I crave it. I yearn for it. It's my teenage nostalgia. Golden and crisp. Soft to the bite. Mixed with fries and coke. And their special rice. Oh what a heaven of a taste. What's his excuse? It's not healthy. Who cares? If we don't enjoy things we want to enjoy now, when are we going to enjoy them? So, I was invited with a couple of my friends and the meal happened to be KFC. So what? And as usual, before I leave, he has to give me that brooding face. The one that tells me: you can leave but I'd rather you stayed. If I stay, we'll do the same old boring stuff we do everyday. And no matter how hard I try to get him interested in whatever I have to do or say, he's always strayed off somewhere in his thoughts. One of his grandeur schemes, of getting a job that pays over the top, or he starts a business that will bring tons of money, or he'll become a sensation of a writer overnight. Yeah, I'm leaving. I have a bargain. Friends, fun and a KFC meal to top it all. Yeah, we'll see.
I'm not let my friend long for a KFC meal and not give it to her just because she has a cheap husband. What's wrong with him? Why doesn't he just get it? Why does he have to pull of this 'oh, I'm so wise,', 'I'm so careful' crap. Well, I have money. I'm not gonna let my friend get deprived of a meal. It's a meal for God's sake. You can't be that cheap. Here we are the the three of us. We'll see.
Oh, these guys are really something. Finally, a break from home and that annoying divorcee with his goddamn phone calls. He wants to know how his kids are. You left them, you dumb bastard. How do you think they are? You left me with the lot of them. Now, I have to do everything almost twice and take care of my parents. Damn to you to hell. Boy, this meal is really good. Yeah, that's a good one. This drum is really tender to the taste. Time to have real fun with real people. People who make me enjoy myself. Oh, the taste of that ketchup on those crisp fries. I hope that damn cell doesn't ring while I'm eating. I know there'll only be trouble if it rings.
Eat up guys. I'm paying for all that. What's that she said. She said but I'm not sure if I got it. I'll laugh at it anyway. What's the matter with her? She has weird look on her face. Well, isn't she ungrateful? I got her here and invited her to my home and bought her that KFC meal, and now she turns a face. She could at least act as if she is happy. She should know what happiness is with a husband like hers, always around. Yeah, he's a bit chubby and rough around the edges. He doesn't know when to say the right things at the right time. But he's around. Not like my husband, who's always away, with something going on. Is there something going on? He's cheating on me? No, no, I gotta get these thoughts out of my head. What about her? She should be grateful. Well, the night's not over yet.
Of all the luck! I'm the only one who gets the meal with the chicken reheated. My God. Do these breasts pieces look dark from being fried in the oil again? Is it a punishment for leaving him? No, it's not. It's just bad luck. Look at these two sitting in front of me with their fancy clothes and stuff. They don't know the hell I'm in. Everyday I have to struggle with a man who can't hold a job. Yet he makes demand on cooking, cleaning and sex. I'm tired of it all. When will come a time when something will change to make it all alright as it once used to be? When will come the time, when he and I can have a KFC meal together and enjoy it and laugh about it. I got chicken reheated before but with him. We laughed about it. Now, I have to eat it alone and with these high and fancy ones.
'I'm back' I heard her say. Well, it seems that she had a nice time. What, the chicken reheated. Oh, that's a bummer. There's only that one chance at getting a KFC meal right. We'll see.


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