The urge to interrupt him before he had finished was overwhelming. He was just talking my head off about something I had no interest in.
He was one of those people who will just talk to anyone about anything, and doesn’t really care if you are listening or not.
All I wanted to do was get what I came here for, head to my car and get my sweet release. I needed it, craved it, and had to have it.
This guy was preventing me from getting it and I had to do something about it.
I shoved my money in his hand as he was gesturing about something I did not care about and gave him one of those “come-on-and-just-give-it-to-me-already” stares,
which I’m sure that he’d seen a thousand times. His frenzied talking finally slowed, and he could tell that I had not heard a thing he said in the last five minutes.
The man had a dejected look on his face as he slowly reached over and handed me the bag.
I think I overheard him trying to make another coy joke, but I was too busy thinking about what was in the bag.
The weight of it, the ever increasing thought of the contents of this bag being inside of me, was finally in my grasp.
I managed to thank the man for giving me what I wanted (even though he made me wait for what felt like forever to get it) and went out the door and headed off to my car.
Once in my car, my thoughts finally slowed down. I had been thinking about this moment all day at work. It was a hectic day and I needed this to calm my mind.
It had been awhile since I had one of these (I normally drive two towns over just to get it) and I was just happy to get it at all. I sat back in my seat, and made sure nobody was watching.
It’s not that I was paranoid or anything; I just didn’t like an audience while I consumed my vices. I opened the bag, and the aroma hit me right away.
It was that strong, distinct smell that was wafting throughout the car. I made sure to keep the windows up and tightly closed, to lock the smell inside.
As I took it out, I just wanted to take the whole thing. I knew it was a bad idea (the last time I did that did not end well for me or my toilet), so I knew that I had to take my time.
I pulled it out of the box and took a huge bite. It was just how I remembered it being; the smell of the onions just overtook me. It was just how I remembered it.
The smell of White Castle is something you’ll never forget. I spend the next ten minutes living in pure burger heaven. I was finally able to get what I craved.