Keeping up with The Jones

Saturday, March 10, 2007

Pardon me Roy

Last night my sister arrived at Penn Station. She’s here to visit me for the next week during her spring break. I met her at the station to guide her safely back to Staten Island, but first we stopped at the in-station Roy Rogers so she could get some supper.

“Do you think I can ask for no ice?”

I assured Shannon that I had full confidence in her abilities to make a request for ice to be omitted from her drink.

“I’ll have a #4, with fries, and a pepsi, no ice.”

“Pepsi, no ice,” repeated Roy’s representative.

I reached out to mockingly pat her on the back, even as the man scooped ice into her cup.

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