I hit decline.īefore I could return to my recipe, I heard the jangle of keys on a key ring and the tap of sensible pumps on the brushed concrete floor. I wiped my sticky fingers on the polyester leg of my uniform and took the phone off the supply rack. My ringtone jangled out the classic, Teenage Dirt-bag, effectively interrupting my recording. You think he’ll spend the summer with you before he goes off to college? I cranked up the heat. The potato danced in the oil like a revved up concert-goer. I gave the words energy and released the potato. My fingers tightened on the vegetable as I thought about my ex, Evan. Heat warmed my forearm, and I leaned away while trying to keep in the frame. Next, I drizzled spray cheese into the core and held it above the commercial-sized fry vat. I lifted the spud in range of my cell phone camera. Think of this potato as your ex-boyfriend. Garrett Campbell needs a personal chef- the Garrett Campbell. Thanks! You’re awesome: Michelle, Teresa, Veronica, Jennifer, Stacy, Joellen, Barbie, Brennan, Joseph, Megan, Mishann, Rachel, Wayne, Darlene, Jeff, Heather, Trevor, Mom & Dad.
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