Breakfast started with you.
The day hurried by. Time
for my walk at four. Sunny,
warm, and a little breeze.
I tried to think of other
things with little success.
Then there was a visiting
food truck on the way back
that resolved dinner. She
could tell I didn’t know
how it worked. “Salad or
wheat lo mein noodles?”
she asked. “Noodles, please.”
“Your sauce?” My eyes ran
up and down their sauce
list. “I’ll take spicy girls.”
“Pick three veggies,” she said.
“Broccoli, mushrooms, and
onions,” I replied.
“Now, pick a protein.” I wanted
shrimp, because I knew you’d
pick shrimp. But I said chicken.
I moved to the side wondering
why I said chicken. I wasn’t
really sure what it was I ordered.
She could tell I didn’t have any
food truck experience. Then I
heard my name called from the
other window. “Fork?” “Yes.”
“Napkin?” “Yes.” “Bag?” “What
does it come in?” “Box.” “No bag.”
I walked home across the street
with a very hot flat box in my
hand wondering why I didn’t take
the bag and why chicken. Too
many questions for my state of
mind. So, dinner was early.
Two glasses of iced green tea
later, I switched off the TV due to
my lack of interest. I’m not sure
if I took the Alka-Seltzer because
of the dinner, the day, TV or all of
the above. I laughed at myself and
about the chicken. More important
to me is that my day ended with you.