A Cuban Lady, A Gorgeous Girl, and an Onion

Date: 5/31/2016

I was driving through roads. The sky was blue and the roads were a darker blue. The walls on either side didn't necessarily block my view, but I didn't see anything other than road or sky or wall. I was headed to DRUMS. I knew this intuitively. I missed the exit and had to proceed one exit over or an exact mile. When I reached the exit, I was hungry and looked for a place to eat. Over the rooftops I saw a Burger King sign with lettering that I can't remember or couldn't make out: I went and spoke with a woman who sat an outdoor register in front of sliding doors. It felt and looked similar to a Publix. She spoke to me in Spanish with the vigor and verbal effusion familiar to the Cuban people. I told her I wanted the 2 for 5 deal. She replied in Spanish saying that meal was much too small for me, and listed other items in an attempt to wide my purchase. She was friendly and never pushy; she just jovially offered more food. I listened and politely said No, though in my mind I had already considered appeasing the woman by aggregating a small fry. I looked up and suddenly saw a beautiful girl walking by. She had long, light brown hair and smooth, tan skin. She wore black shorts and a green shirt and overlay that descended down to meet her shorts. She wore a nice, gold watch on her right hand, and when the Cuban woman came to life sprouting shoots of 'my what a beautiful girl you are', she smiled and blushed. The Cuban lady said to me, she fancies you. You're lucky she fancies you. Gusta de ti. I watched her walk away and turned back to the woman. At the end of the affair, I had ordered the 2 for 5 and a small fry. I didn't know how to pronounce onion, and so that had led to a lengthy discussion between the Cuban woman and I. Cebolla.