The line of five cars dwindled to two in the drive thru lane as David headed in through the side door. He stepped in to see two longer lines heading towards the counter and kicked himself mentally for stopping here in the first place.
Lighting in the restaurant was warm which accentuated the colorful textured walls which helped calm most of the hungry customers.
David's stomach let out a rather loud grumble as a little girl passed in front of him and acknowledged that she heard the sound. He looked at her, tilted his head to the side with a shrug of his shoulders, which was followed by a smile from each of them.
“Jesus, this line is taking forever,” Thomas told his wife who was typing an e-mail into her blackberry barely listening to his complaint.
“Well, I told you,” she finished typing, “we should have just headed straight to my mothers and we could of eaten by now."
“I wouldn’t feed her food to a stray cat.”
“Do you ever have anything nice to say?”
“Sorry, honey," he sarcastically smirked, "Not when I'm feeling hungrier than a hostage.”
Staci placed an order for a Fiesta Chicken Salad and felt a warm, inner glow as she felt Dwight squeeze her hand as he ordered three fish tacos with a side of white rice and black beans.
“I won't be coming back” Jimmy talked into his cellphone, “it's something I can explain better when I see you face to face. Okay, I'll pick you up at seven”. He closed his phone and checked his Mavado watch to see that he would have plenty of time to sit down and eat before heading to the Miami International Airport.
"This is the longest line in history of long lines," Dustin griped to his brother and friend. They were all looking like they were rung through the ringer one too many times. Clothes disheveled. Hair sticking out in all kinds of places. Heads ringing like a school bell. Completely stuck in Hangover hell.
"I know you are well versed in long lines but do you think whining will make the line move any faster?" his friend Mike said.
"Yeah, quit you're bitching. I got a fucking headache," his brother Timothy snapped as he dug in his pocket pulled out a hand full of crumpled dollars.
"Hey, ya mind the language?" Dwight turned and gave them a light hearted scowl. When he turned back towards the counter the three of them looked at each other and tried to contain their laughter.
In the middle of the restaurant April looked out the window and saw Spanish Bob pull into the parking lot in his white 2002 Firebird Coupe. Her heartbeat fluttered when she saw his brother Juan get out of the passenger side door. For a split second she thought about sneaking out the back entrance but remained in the plush leather booth and took a sip of her margarita.
Julie flipped through a Palm Beach County Apartment Guide as she stirred her green tea with a plastic spoon. She felt a sense of good things to come as she took a look around the restaurant. The man sitting in the booth parallel to her looked away as she glanced at him. Then he got up, grabbed his two duffel bags, and headed to the back towards the restrooms.
She didn't notice the two guys on the opposite side of the dining area snickering as they watched her intently.
"Fucking jackpot, man," Lonnie beamed while inhaling his coca cola through a straw.
"Calm the fuck down," Donnie said as he took a bite of his chicken and rice burrito then whispered, "look at this fucking weirdo."
Marvin sat down and saw those two guys looking over at him and then began to eat his meal. He was famished and had no choice but to stop to eat before getting on with more of his work back in the Glades.
Remy and Nicoli were sitting at the table behind Marvin and thought the two idiots were eyeballing them.
"Fucking Americans," Nicoli shook his head.
"Easy brother, we are about to seal this deal with Juan," Remy replied, "As soon as it's done we can go back to Sochi and live off the royalties."
At the counter Dino "T-Bone" Silavnte was ordering what seemed to be enough food to feed a small family. "No, the burrito is with cheese and sour cream and the tacos are with salsa and extra cheese," he said almost disgustedly.
"I'm sorry, sir, as you can see it's a bit hectic in here today," Casey replied and then went to the soda machines to fill his extra large drink.
"Like that guy needs another burrito," Patricia leaned in to whisper as she walked by with a basket of chips and salsa. It was another eventful day at the Prickly Pear Cantina & Grill in the less famous Hollywood.
Hollywood, Florida.
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