Ginger: Ruby, what part of the chicken is the ‘nugget’?
Ruby: The part you’re eating, Ginger.
Ginger: Where does Buffalo sauce come from?
Ruby: It comes from the little bucket in front of you.
Ginger: Did French fries actually from France?
Ruby: The fries you’re eating came from the fryer in the back of the kitchen. I’m guessing.
Ginger: Does cream soda actually have cream in it?
Ruby: Why are you questioning everything you’re eating?
Ginger: Would you believe I’m starting to take an interest in an old adage?
Ruby: Which adage?
Ginger: You are what you eat.
Ruby: So…how are you interpreting this?
Ginger: Currently, I’m a French nugget in Buffalo with a creamy filling. I think.
Ruby: Really? That’s what you got from your meal?
Ginger: Why? What do you get from it?
Ruby: You’re confused. And mildly unhealthy.
Ginger: Only mildly?
Ruby: If taken on a regular basis? Yes.
Ginger: I don’t eat chicken nuggets that often.
Ruby: Really? Then how did the fry cook know you by name? And refer to your order as the Ginger Special?
Ginger: …he’s psychic?
Ruby: Yes. I’m sure that’s completely true.
Ginger: Well, I am guessing here. Maybe he has a photographic memory.
Ruby: Right. Because that’s also completely understandable.
Ginger: I know – it’s weird. Why would someone with a photographic memory work as a fry cook?
Ruby: That is the question running around in my head right about now.
Ginger: Unless…maybe it brings him joy.
Ruby: I’m sure that’s what the reason is.
Ginger: Just saying.
Fry Cook: Hey, Ginger, I put an order of deep-fried cheesecake bites on the side for you.
Ginger: Hey, thanks! Say hi to the family for me!
Fry Cook: Absolutely! Hey, thanks for watching the kids last week!
Ginger: Any time! Tell Debbie she has to see the latest episode of Forever so we can discuss!
Fry Cook: I’ll let her know.
Ginger: …what?
Ruby: Nothing. Nothing at all.
It’s so nice when people know your name!!!
I agree! Everyone likes to be welcomed in familiar places. So, welcome! Take a look around and kick back! Enjoy! Please wash your own coffee mug out, though. I hate doing dishes… 🙂