Arby’s

Arby’s

I stood there for a moment,

feeling cool.

A young age of fourteen or fifteen.

I was looking out over the tables where my classmates sat.

We were in an Arby’s somewhere in Massachusetts.

We were on our way to our first big class trip.

A whale watch.

I was holding a tray of food.

Burger, curly fries, chicken tenders, cheese sauce,

and a large drink.

I stood looking for where I would sit,

the hot girl table?

No, they would never wave me over.

The jocks, the nerds, the theatre kids…

people looking at me.

Then she waved,

motioned for me to come to her.

It was my lucky day.

I took one step towards her,

the rug was cattywampus.

I tripped.

The tray left my hand as I tried to catch it,

he dodged out of the way,

on his way,

she had waved to him.

Everyone laughed,

Jocks, nerds, theatre kids, the cashier, the hot girl table,

and her.

You see? 

It doesn’t matter what table you sit at.