Twenty minutes makes all the difference
Outside a truck stop with a McDonald’s at 12:30 a.m. local
Hedon (climbing into truck): Don’t get excited, there’s no food.
Stace: It’s not open 24 hours like they said?
Hedon: No, they’re closed for 20 minutes to reset their computers or something.
Stace: Oh, are we gonna wait?
Hedon: Hell, yes. That snarky little bitch is going to be forced to wait on me.
Hedon: When she told me they were closed for 20 minutes I gave her that look of mine. You know …
Stace: Yeah, I know.
Hedon: And I said, “I thought you were open 24 hours. And she said, “We are.” And I said, “Are you open right now?” And she said, “No.” And I said, “Then you’re not open 24 hours.” And she said all bitchy, “Yes we are. It’s just 20 minutes.” And I said, “Looks to me like you’re only open 23 hours and 40 minutes. Surely they’ve taught you enough math to figure that out.” And she rolled her eyes at me.
Stace: You’re becoming quite the crank, you know.
Hedon: She was a snarky little bitch.
Stace: Aren’t you a bit young to be turning into such an old crank?
Hedon (Clearly ignoring Stace’s comment): …
Stace: God help us when you’re 60.
Hedon (Still ignoring Stace’s comment): Don’t worry. I’ll keep an eye on her sorry ass while she fills the order. There won’t be any spitting on our food, by god.