Morgan

‘What can I have that won’t make me look like a hog going out to eat at the trough?’ 

I scanned the menu one last time before making my final decision.

“Yeah, I think I will get the single cheeseburger.” I put my menu back down as Ethan motioned for the waitress to come over.

The waitress was an older lady, maybe around my mom’s age. It seemed the kids from school either wanted to work at the pizza place or nowhere at all. The other food places around the town relied on middle-aged or older people who were looking for extra money or a second job to keep up with employee status.

 I gave the lady my order and looked over to Ethan who was waiting his turn. He ordered double of everything that he wanted and told the waitress to bag up the second portions.

“Food for later?” I questioned him after the waitress had left, about the double cheeseburger, a large order of fries, and onion ring