You order a 12 inch meatball sub with provolone cheese. The person working behind the counter murmurs something, but you can't hear it — maybe your ears are still recovering from that disco-boutique.
The person asks "Would you like that toasted?" in a louder voice, not attempting to disguise at all his annoyance. Wow, these kind of people can be depressing; it wasn't as if you were trying not to hear him.
You grab your sub, chips, and a coke and head over to the table where TJ is seated.
Last modified 31 December 2006