I walk up to this place searching for the 'front' door. As I get there I salivate a little. I find the door. I wait to enter because a boy, maybe 9 or 10 from the looks of him, is carrying a box 2 sizes too large for him. He turns sideways to walk out of the door. I want to help, but the door swings out opposite. The kid is busy with a sucker. He looks like Fat Tony from any gangster movie you can think of. He sizes me up first. The kid speaks without an accent, though he is not from around here.
"We're closed," as he scoots past me, box still in arms. "We close at 8 on weekdays."
I turn and leave walking ahead of him. I'm not satisfied. I turn.
"Is it good."
"Yeah. . . maybe you can catch us next time."
"You bet I will."
I'll admit I'm too scared to go back.
Classic Kirksville.
3 comments:
Ha! Where is said Greek place? Why were you going there alone past 8? So many questions...
Josh was going to the Greek place. Not me. But I was hungry and hoping to benefit from his trip. It's on Jefferson across from the dead body building.
I want to know if it's good. We really like greek food and now I want it badly. I love that it closed at 8, probably closed on Monday's too like everything else in this town.
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