I just happened to look up a few minutes later, he's outside, the door pulls open, our eyes meet, he smiles this mostfuckinbeautiful smile, and walks up to the counter. I pull the bag of food up to the counter, and I can't think of ANYTHING to say. I mean, I think I mumbled something clever like "Hey, how are ya?" - followed by the carefully scripted and rehearsed "That's $8.69 - ah, out of 10? One-thirty-one is your change, have a nice night." More smiling, he turns, I want to kill myself as my mind races but my mouth won't work --- WAIT! DO YOU NEED HOT SAUCE??? HHHHHHOT SAUCE???? How about UTENSILS? Napkins??? NAPKINS!!! Here - take my jockstrap. ARE YOU SINGLE? - - - - - WHAT ARE YOU DOING NEW YEAR'S EVE? - - - - AAAAARRRRGGGHHHHH!
He's gone. My brain starts to work again, and I realize that I don't work the next 2 Wednesdays, his usual day for carry-out. It's gonna be 3 weeks before I get my 48 seconds with him again! AWWWFUCK. I come out from behind the counter, start for the door, I realize it's too late; resigned, I retreat. boohoo.