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- An Ode to the Lady in Front of Me in Line at Taco Bell, Who Put in Seven Separate Orders in a Row
- A freeform pseudo-poem by Fuuta Horouku
- Oh Lady in front of me at the Taco Bell line,
- What hast possessed ye so?
- To order such things, one at a time.
- I see the list, I must confess, I peeked
- When my own mental count of the orders was lost.
- Seven persons, each with their own order.
- Not a single order for seven persons, no,
- But seven orders for seven persons.
- Each order is paid for in the same way.
- "Out of twenty," the cashier's voice rings out
- As punctuation to each painstakingly crafted meal.
- Boxes and boxes of tacos will soon fill the counter
- A veritable feast, each one.
- The woman behind me states that this is ridiculous.
- I agree in silence.
- I have come only for one burrito.
- I even almost had exact change.
- But alas, my morsel is delayed.
- As the final receipt is laid on the stack, you gather your drink cups.
- As I give my order, I see you filling them clumsily.
- Your phone rings now, dear Lady. Do you hear it?
- The Cookie Monster is declaring that C is for cookie, dear Lady.
- As you turn around, I finally see your face.
- Middle age was not kind to you, madam.
- Your orange-tinted skin is carved deep with lines.
- This is a face that has seen many Taco Bells over the years
- As the boxes pile up for my transient adversary, my own name is called out.
- I see you struggle as your taller companion begrudgingly helps you.
- Funny, I hardly noticed her.
- Up until now, she seemed to play no part in this affair.
- Our time is up, and I leave you two to your lives.
- I hope the Seven will be kind, dear Lady.
- I hope you all enjoy your meals.
- Goodbye.
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