"I'll take a cheeseburger and a large fries." I told the clerk.

"Would you like anything to drink with that?" The clerk asked.

"I'll take a diet drink." I said.

"That will be four dollars and five cents." The clerk said as she put out her hand.

"Isn't that a little much for just those three items?" I asked.

I don't want to sound paranoid, but I don't trust some people who run cash registers. I think some of them will over charge and put that money in their pockets. I don't have any evidence of it happening, but I would be willing to bed that it does.

"Oh sorry, I charged you for two cheeseburgers." The lady said as she pushed buttons on her register.

She corrected it and I paid her the correct amount. I don't know why, but I was afraid they would do something to my cheeseburger. Maybe spit on it or something. But, I looked in the kitchen and saw my friend Debra making my sandwich. I know that she wouldn't do such a thing to me. I have known her for almost eight years. We used to be neighbors.

Debra is a nice lady. She seems a bit misguided though. She has been working here for at least five years and is still making sandwiches. She might like doing such a thing, but I can't imagine that she is making much money. Maybe she would rather have happiness than money.

I got my food and sat down. I dipped a few of my fries in ketchup and ate them. I have never tasted anything that tastes as good as fries and ketchup. That has to be my favorite food. Well, maybe fries with chili and cheese on them are my favorite. I also like gravy on my fries too. As you can see, it is hard for me to keep my hips from getting too fat. Eating all of these fries, it can be hard to do.

As I put some more fries in my mouth, I seen my friend Roger waiting in line to get food.

"Roger!" I yelled out.

"Hello Emily." Roger said as he looked at me.

"Sit with me after you get your food." I said with a smile.

"Will do." Roger said as he told the clerk what he wanted.

I have to admit, fast food is my favorite. Nothing makes me feel more happy than a big cheeseburger and some fries. I know some people around the world think that fast food is bad, but who cares? That just means there will be more for me!

I looked over at the counter and Roger was still standing there. Not in front of the register, but down the line waiting for his food. I don't know why he had to wait so long, I got my food very quickly. I could tell Roger was starting to get pissed off, because he was looking around.

I looked up and realized that Debra wasn't making the food. Maybe she was on break or had to leave to do something else. That is probably why it was taking so long for Roger to get his food.

"What a fucking day." Roger said as he sat across from me.

"It took them forever to make your order." I said as he sat down.

"I don't mind that. I had a difficult order for them to make." Roger said as he looked down at his tray.

"What did you get?" I asked.

"A cheeseburger with bacon, extra mayo, and the stuff they put on the fish sandwiches." He said as he looked at his sandwich.

"That sounds messy." I said as I watched some of the stuff fall from the edges of his sandwich.

"But, it is really good." Roger said right before he took a bite of his sandwich.

"How have you been lately." I said with a mouthful of fries.

"Not so good." Roger said hanging his head.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"What isn't wrong?" Roger said as he ate his sandwich.

I was starting to get worried about Roger. He isn't the type that gets upset over stuff. Usually he just says that stuff should roll off his back like water off of a duck. But, he was really troubled. I wanted to know what was wrong with him, but I didn't want to seem like I was asking too many questions.

"Care to talk about it?" I asked.

"Well, I don't know." Roger said with his mouth full.

"If you don't want to, it's okay with me." I said as I dipped some fries into ketchup.

I was so into my fries, that I wanted to go get another order. But, I knew that I had to watch the calories.

I don't want to get out of control and gain another ten pounds. I had one hell of a time loosing the last ten pounds that I put on. Being lonely makes me want to eat.

"My girlfriend cheated on me." Roger said.

"No way. That slut!" I said as fries dropped out of my mouth.

"Yes, after four years, the whore cheats on me. In my own fucking bed!" Roger said as he put his sandwich down.

"You want to know the worst part of it all?" He asked.

"Sure, if you want to talk about it." I said.

"She fucked my own brother. My own fucking brother in my own fucking bed!" He said in disgust.

I didn't know what to say. It almost sounded like he was describing a daytime TV talk show. Man, this shit was getting fucking crazy.

"In your own fucking bed? With your own brother?" I asked.

"Yes, I'm not sure who I am more mad at. My brother for fucking my woman, or that slut for fucking him." Roger said as he looked around him.

"That fucking slut is trying to ruin my life. She won't leave me alone. She follows me every where I go." Roger said as he looked around.

"You think she will come in here?" I asked.

"Think? Fuck, I know she will. It is just a matter of time." Roger said looking at his watch.

Roger is a nice guy. I have never heard a bad thing about him. It is a shame that people do this kind of shit to their boyfriends. I would give anything to have a boyfriend like Roger. How could a woman not like a man who is as sweet as he is? He also has a good job too. Been to college and all of that stuff too. Ten times better than any of the dumb asses that I end up with.

"If she comes in, just tell her that I am your new girlfriend." I said jokingly.

"Really? Would you really do that for me?" Roger asked.

"Sure, hell, I'll even fuck you right here if you want." I said laughing.

"Well, I might take you up on that later." Roger said as he looked around.

I could tell that Roger was starting to get stressed out. It was like he had a clock inside him and it was telling him that she should be here any minute. Any minute was more than he could handle.

"Fuck!" Roger said.

"What?" I asked.

"She just fucking pulled in. Right over there in the red car. The red car that I helped her buy." Roger said pounding his fist on the table.

"I'm going to sit on the other side of the booth, so we are next to each other." Roger said as he moved his tray beside mine.

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