The kid behind the counter says,

"I'm sorry this is taking so long."

"No worries," I reply, and lean casually on a partition.

The world is hustling and bustling by me

While I wait patiently for some French fries, light on the salt.

Another kid apologetically hands me a greasy paper sack
Filled with fried potatoes and a couple of ketchup packets.

But these kids have no idea 

That this is the only 3 minutes of peace

I may have all day.

It's definitely the only time I'll get exactly what I'm asking for,

And most assuredly the only apology I'll get all year.

-jenn