"Too much cheese." Thomas thought as he broke open the burrito that the waitress had just set before him.
As his anger turned to rage, he couldn't understand how the one request he made had been ignored. He was sure he told her light cheese. He was mistaken.
Thomas took his fork and plunged it into the melted mass. Lifting it to eye level, he watched the escaping steam disappear into nothingness as he thought about the slap in the face that had just been served to him on the proverbial silver platter. Thomas dropped his cheese filled fork onto the plate, and used both hands to push the burrito closed, trapping the intense heat inside. Thomas sat there motionless until the waitress appeared from the kitchen.
As she surveyed the almost empty dining room, the cute young woman noticed Thomas politely holding his index finger in the air. As she approached the table, she started to smile, "How is every.." is all she could get out before Thomas picked up the burrito and used his thumbs to push it open from behind. Watching curiously, the naive waitress would have surely turned her head away had she known what was about to happen. In a continuous motion, Thomas pushed the molten cheese to the surface of the burrito while reaching out and smashing the still piping hot weapon into the unsuspecting waitresses face.
Her initial scream was muffled by the melted mass that was now stuck to her. Instinctively, she reached up and tore at the super heated face-bomb, throwing it to the ground along with a good portion of skin that should have been on her lips, mouth and cheeks. "Too much cheese!" Thomas yelled at the top of his lungs as he stood up and watched the badly burned waitress stumble towards the kitchen and the ice kept there.
As he headed towards the exit, screams could be heard coming from inside the kitchen. Cooks, fellow waitresses, even the bus boy gasped in horror when the girl with the burnt face fell on the floor in front of them. As the enraged posse set out to capture the man that turned the waitress from a lady into a monster, Thomas was blending safely into the crowded street outside the restaurant.
"Too much cheese." Thomas thought as he began whistling a happy tune while walking down the sunny sidewalk.
"Too much cheese."
As his anger turned to rage, he couldn't understand how the one request he made had been ignored. He was sure he told her light cheese. He was mistaken.
Thomas took his fork and plunged it into the melted mass. Lifting it to eye level, he watched the escaping steam disappear into nothingness as he thought about the slap in the face that had just been served to him on the proverbial silver platter. Thomas dropped his cheese filled fork onto the plate, and used both hands to push the burrito closed, trapping the intense heat inside. Thomas sat there motionless until the waitress appeared from the kitchen.
As she surveyed the almost empty dining room, the cute young woman noticed Thomas politely holding his index finger in the air. As she approached the table, she started to smile, "How is every.." is all she could get out before Thomas picked up the burrito and used his thumbs to push it open from behind. Watching curiously, the naive waitress would have surely turned her head away had she known what was about to happen. In a continuous motion, Thomas pushed the molten cheese to the surface of the burrito while reaching out and smashing the still piping hot weapon into the unsuspecting waitresses face.
Her initial scream was muffled by the melted mass that was now stuck to her. Instinctively, she reached up and tore at the super heated face-bomb, throwing it to the ground along with a good portion of skin that should have been on her lips, mouth and cheeks. "Too much cheese!" Thomas yelled at the top of his lungs as he stood up and watched the badly burned waitress stumble towards the kitchen and the ice kept there.
As he headed towards the exit, screams could be heard coming from inside the kitchen. Cooks, fellow waitresses, even the bus boy gasped in horror when the girl with the burnt face fell on the floor in front of them. As the enraged posse set out to capture the man that turned the waitress from a lady into a monster, Thomas was blending safely into the crowded street outside the restaurant.
"Too much cheese." Thomas thought as he began whistling a happy tune while walking down the sunny sidewalk.
"Too much cheese."
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1 comment:
Wow, that boy needs some anger management classes.
P.S. Frink always says there's no such thing as too much cheese!
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