The gas station chicken store has a new taste treat to offer. I saw the sign taped on the glass of the chicken-warmer yesterday. Smothered Potatoes. I asked the cashier guy if he'd tried it. He's always recommending the other stuff to me, even though he knows I stick to chicken. He's promoted the burritos and chili and mini tacos. He likes spicy. He even said he puts hot sauce on spaghetti.
sign described the Smothered Potatoes as mashed potatoes topped with
mixed vegetables and steak, covered in a red sauce.
"Have you tried the Smothered Potatoes?"
"Actually, I have." That was it.
"Oh. No recommendation?"
"Um...it wasn't one of my favorites. Just personally speaking. It didn't seem to have any flavor."
"Yeah. You seem to like spicy."
went about the business of getting my chicken. Filling my 44 oz Diet
Coke. As Cashier Guy was ringing up my order, two more customers came
in. Cashier Guy said to one, "Sorry. We're out of burritos!" The dude
said he would wait for the chicken gal to make more.
"What? You're not recommending the Smothered Potatoes to him?"
"Naw. I just didn't like them."
"Well, some people don't like their food mixed together."
"To tell you the truth, it was the steak." He shot his eyes to the chicken gal.
"There you go! Complaining about my food!" They rib each other all the time. "There was nothing wrong with the steak."
"There were only two little pieces!"
"That's all I'm allowed to put on!"
looked at Cashier Guy. He was trying to be a good promoter for the
store. But he was also honest. I shouldn't have stirred it up in front
of the other customers. I just couldn't help myself. When he finally
stated his real problem with the Smothered Potatoes, I saw the absurdity
of the situation, standing in a gas station, discussing steak.
"You know...it's $1.99."