In and Out

The whole holiday break I had been vigoursly craving an In-n-Out burger. I contemplated taking a jaw breaking, mouth watering bite into that double stacked sesame seed bun for days after we got out from Year Up on thursday. No thanks to my procrastination, I finally decied to wait a couple of days and let the appetite sit in my brain for a while. December twenty-sixth came around, and this was my day of redemption. I take a twenty dollar bill out of my wallet, got in to my car, and drove to the nearest In-n-Out burger joint next my house. Upon arriving, my mouth was already watered with saliva, so I knew I had to order a large drink as well for I was going to be thirsty. I walked in to the building, chest up, and head high. When I heard the words "Next," I knew that was the end of the road for me. The journey was nearly finished. All I had to do was order, and so I did. "Can I get a double double and a cheeseburger on the side for here," I said, gave the man my money and sat as I waited for my order. Seven minutes passed, by this time I was already suffering from anxiety, my heart was racing as they called my number "Number Sixty-Four," she said. I run up to the counter, grabbed my red tray, and sat down at the closest table. I blessed my food, then, well you know what happened.