This is the 59th installment of a 100-day challenge to write a new vignette every morning.
Potato wedges probably are not best for relationships. I have been informed that they are not, in fact, french fries.
I’m right back in the drive-thru line—because I’m a good boyfriend, right? My car’s upholstery still smells like burgers, and I’m hoping there’s been a shift change since my last trip.
There hasn’t been. I see the same employee at the window. I wish I could hide behind sunglasses, but it’s nearly midnight. That’d definitely draw more attention. I try to melt into the upholstery of my seat, but it’s having none of my nonsense.
So, instead, I look directly at the employee and place my new order: french fries, french fries, and french fries.
“Yeah.” The employee nods knowingly. “The potato wedges aren’t any good.”
Miles Away 