The Fry-Burger Experience.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Literary Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
A short story summarizing the degradation of mankind and a fine example of it.

Submitted: August 11, 2012

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I'm sitting at the back table when an old man with greased back hair holds the door open. In walks a middle aged, silver hair woman with tights, heels, and a shoulderless shirt that's cut too low.
My food begins to sit not so well in my stomach. The old man is wearing blue jeans held tightly to his waist by a leather belt and his belly, which hangs further than his zipper unzips.
"I'll have the number 5 with jalapenos" she says to the poor girl working the register. "I believe I'll have the same."
As they get their drinks I hear friendly banter. At this point i had no doubts that the silver haired woman was a whore.
They begin to walk towards the back, towards me.
"Please god, oh god, please don't let this happen"
They choose the table next to mine. I let out a burp and look around to see if anyone noticed.

"I've never ridden in a hyundai before" she says to him "I'm not used to such a smooth ride!"

I guess at some point in life you just give up on meaningful conversation and settle with whatever empty thoughts are ricocheting around the inside of your head.

"Hahaha, I bet you like it rough, don't you?"

The poor girl from the register delivers their food and asks "Would you like any ketchup, pepper or salt?"

"No, thank you though darling" the man says with an ejaculatory eruption from his larynx.

The silver haired woman begins to eat her bacon cheeseburger with jalapenos. Grease is dripping down her arm all the way to the elbow, where it drops off and lands in a puddle on the floor.
"Someone has to clean that up."
The outer edges of her lips are covered with a thin line of mustard. I can hardly bear to watch this, but out of morbid curiosity i remain in my seat. I try to finish the last of my fries.
The man begins talking again.

"So how long have you been doing this?"

"Well, I started when I was 15 but it's been on and off ever since."
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"I wish I had known you back then! HAR HAR HAR"

He wheezes the rest of his breath onto his food and then beings to eat.

"Will you excuse me? I have to use the little girls room."

That room is too little for you.

"Of course!"

She gets up and drops a napkin on the ground right in front of my table. She puts a hand on my table and bends over to pick it up, legs spread wide.
These sort of things don't happen on accident. I hold my table to the ground with my foot so my food doesn't go flying across the room.

"That's what I like to see!"

As she walks to the bathroom, heals clicking on the artificial tile floor, i notice her pants are made of very thin, cheap material. Her dirty, hairy asshole is just barely visible.
These must be the same pants she started whoring in many years ago.
When she gets back, there is still a thin ring of mustard around her mouth. The old man picks up a napkin and coos to her to lean in. He wipes her face. He must have had children.
Her shoulderless shirt has fallen to expose a nipple riddled with age and disease. Scars from fatherless children and deadbeat fathers suckling. The old man gets excited.

"You know, I think we're going to have fun tonight. A lot of fun."

I throw my food in the trash and walk outside. I can't hold it anymore and I vomit on the welcome mat.

The poor girl from the register runs out and asks "Are you okay?"

"Yes."

It wasn't the food, was it?"

"Yes, it was."


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