Pull In For A Quick Fix

by Rebecca A. Watson on March 19, 2015

in Creative Writing, habits, health, writing

She wanted something. She could almost taste it in her mouth. This wasn’t an easy itch to scratch — it required help. She pulled into the drive thru and perused the menu.


Talk Shit About Best Friend sounded tasty, but it didn’t have the creaminess of Unprovoked Rage Toward Partner.

Hmm…what was she in the mood for? Her craving was pretty big. It had been awhile. She’s been so good. Let’s splurge, she thought.

“Can I help you?” a voice called.

“Yes, I’m ready,” she replied. “I’ll take a Snap at Family Member with a side of Defensiveness at Coworker’s Constructive Criticism.”

“Anything to drink?”

“Hmm. I guess I’ll have an Eff It,” she decided.

“Is that all?”

She paused. Would that be enough? She was having a kauforgie after all.

“Well, maybe just a small dessert. What about a small cup of Ignoring a Friend’s Phone Call? Yes, that’s it.”

ignoring call

It’s probably not important anyway.

“OK,” the voice said, recounting her order back to her.

That wasn’t so bad, she thought to herself. She was just going to enjoy a little discord. It wasn’t a habit anymore. It’d been weeks since she’d patronized this place — gave into her cravings. And it wouldn’t be a place she’d come back to any time soon, she resolved.

She rolled down the window to accept her order. She’d pay later, when the bill came as it always did with a coupon. An incentive for more.

But this time she’d walk to a public trash bin and toss it – one where she’d feel more shame digging thru it. Yes, she said, to herself as she put the order on the seat beside her. This would be the last time.

The order taker smiled at her and she thought she saw something like pity in his eyes. Ugh, she sighed angrily and glared at him as she raised her window.

“You’ve got some nerve!” she screamed behind the glass and shoved the minivan into gear, punching the gas pedal. Pulling into traffic, her rear wheel rolled over the curb and the car wobbled a bit – the drivers around her backing off.

There really ought to be a stop light there; the city had several complaints about the danger. But the city controller and the owner of the establishment were old friends –no need to trouble him with the problem and cost of the light.

After all, the jobs and tax dollars he brought to this town were irreplaceable. A few fender benders were just collateral damage. The customers agreed – they didn’t want to wait. Unlike other meals, chaos is a dish best enjoyed piping hot.

This is part of my 2015 goal to write more and differently. If you want to read more posts like this, click here.

PHoto credit: Double M

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