on thursdays after class, i treat myself to bojangles at the student union. there is this guy who works in the back making biscuits. i was never a fan of biscuits in general, but they always came with the supremes. the one at the student union won’t let you substitute the biscuit so one day i decided to try it with some strawberry jam. shit was hittin like a mf. i went back up and asked him if he made the biscuits because i saw him rolling dough. he said he did and i told him job well done. ever since that day, when he sees me, he always speaks. some times when i order, he will prepare my meal and give me extra fries and strips. today when i saw him, i hollered at him and asked him how he’s been doing. he said he couldn’t complain and we engaged in a brief conversation.
sure enough when i got home, there were extra fries and two extra strips in my box.
-ratha, 1:07pm, 5.23.19