| The window opened, expelling the round face of a stereotype. She looked at me briefly, face contorted with anguish and discomfort. Thank god! Fresh air! she squeaked through the open drive-thru window. The sewerage system is broken in the toilets, so there isn't much fresh air in here. Before I could fathom this remark or respond, she disappeared inside to prepare my lunch. Huh? What did she say? I queried aloud. I then recalled the mention of raw sewerage... inside the take-away 'restaurant' where my lunch was being prepared by Miss Asphyxiation. I turned green very quickly, yet remained wretched with hunger and the knowledge that money had already changed hands and there was no time for reversal. As the engine revved, the head reappeared with a brown paper bag. Ummm... what did you say before? Something about sewerage? I gagged. Miss Asphyxiation raised her eyebrows in surprise, yet attempted to make light of the earlier unhygienic outburst. Ummm... I just said that there's a bit of leak inside in the toilets... she said as she handed me the bag. This isn't going to affect the food is it? I asked, still tinged with greenness. Oh no no... she back peddled, realising that joking about sewerage inside a place of food preparation wasn't going to keep her in the running for 'Employee of the Month'. I departed, still dubious about the food. I promised that I would 'open up a can of whoop arse' if I came down with salmonella. Luckily, I didn't, so Miss Asphyxiation lived to see (and smell) another day inside the pit of cooking and poop smells that she calls *** ******, whilst I lived to go to a free screening of Super Size Me.
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