J's Musings

 She screams at him; he doesn’t remember if it was pickles or jalapenos she liked. ‘It’s confusing. I can never differentiate between the two and you know that.’ He tries to defend himself.

‘Shouldn’t me liking one of them make it easier for you to remember?’

‘It’s not—’ He wavers. People are watching them now.

‘What? If it’s not that, then what exactly is it?’ The blowing ac adds dramatic effect, slapping her wild brown bob across her red face.

‘Let’s talk in private…’

‘Oh, so now that it’s about your incompetence, it should be private? I don’t want to talk anymore,’ Her heels clack like mad against the cold floor. I watch her. Her gaze meets mine, and I hurriedly pretend to go back to my life.

But I can barely ignore his whispering to the staff to add extra mayo to his sandwich and extra pickles in her wrap; before walking off behind her.

I guess screaming at someone can make them better after all…

-Janx