Good Times, Good Times

My mom and sister are visiting me. This was a conversation that happened over lunch.

Mexican Man: NO TICKET! NO BURGER!

Haley: Holly, what do I do? They won’t give me my burger because I can’t find my ticket with my number on it.

Holly: Well where is it?

Haley: I don’t know…I don’t think the cashier gave it to me.

Holly: Excuse me but my sister just ordered a burger and can’t find her ticket…so what do we do?

A young Mexican man just stares at me

Holly: Sir….Sir…what do we do? She doesn’t have her ticket.

Mexican man does not acknowledge me.

Holly: CAN YOU PLEASE LOOK AT ME! PLEASE! SIR!

Mexican man looks but more in a dazed stare rather than a look of concern.

Holly: ARE YOU LIKE NOT GOING TO GIVE HER THE BURGER OR WHAT DUDE BECAUSE I WOULD LIKE TO KNOW WHAT I AM WORKING WITH HERE!

Two minutes later.

Holly: God what a fucking Jerk!

Mom: Holly can you get me a side of mayo?

Haley: Yea Holly can you get more napkins?

Mom: Wow, this burger is really good.

Haley: Are we going to go to H and M soon or what?

Holly: Sometimes living here makes me so ang…(face turning red…lump forming in throat) ry that I feel like killing someone (tears come falling down my face).

Silence.

Mom: Holly are you crying because you are mad at the guy who didn’t want to give Haley her burger or because deep down you might want to kill someone?

AND SCENE.