Boston'verse Drabble.
crossposted @ open_on_sunday and kitd_boston
“Um. Ma’am, could you repeat that?”
The plastic receiver cracked in her hands. “For the last time,” Buffy growled down the line, twirling the blue ribbon Angel had put next to the phone after the third cord she’d snapped. “Pepperoni. Tomatoes, olives, double mozzarella, mushrooms, cooked ham, and pepperoni.”
She had worked in the fast food industry through inconsolable heartbreak - twice - and she’d never been this inattentive. This teen’s life must be all bubbly, sticky pop songs, rainbows, and no attention span. Why didn’t they change their delivery service?
“Thanks, ma’am! The usual AB- bag, too?”
Right. That was why.
“Um. Ma’am, could you repeat that?”
The plastic receiver cracked in her hands. “For the last time,” Buffy growled down the line, twirling the blue ribbon Angel had put next to the phone after the third cord she’d snapped. “Pepperoni. Tomatoes, olives, double mozzarella, mushrooms, cooked ham, and pepperoni.”
She had worked in the fast food industry through inconsolable heartbreak - twice - and she’d never been this inattentive. This teen’s life must be all bubbly, sticky pop songs, rainbows, and no attention span. Why didn’t they change their delivery service?
“Thanks, ma’am! The usual AB- bag, too?”
Right. That was why.