"I'm afraid I have bad news."
"What is it, doctor?"
"You have 2
hours to live."
Luckily, I was close to a Popeye's, so I thanked the
doctor and was on my way. It was a beautiful fall day, like many beautiful fall
days before and surely like many beautiful fall days to come. The sky was that
special blue color, the air crisp, the leaves vibrant. Such was the case as
I walked to Popeye's.
"Can I take your order, sir?"
the 7 piece chicken tenders with fries, and may I have a side of
"That will be an additional $2.50."
I had not long to live
so what would an additional $2.50 matter?
"Very well, then."
The combo meal comes with a regular fountain said which you yourself pour. I took my cup and filled it up with ice and Dr. Pepper. When my order was called I
grabbed the bag of tenders and took it to go. Outside I went, to sit on a bench
and eat my tenders.
"Forty-five minutes left," I said to myself as I sat down and got situated.
grasped my tenders and fries, eating them, relishing them as never before,
dunking them into the rich gravy. How wonderful! Normally I would eat this
meal in 15 minutes, but this, the final time, I stretched it into 43 minutes.
left," I said to myself.
I fixed my tie and combed my hair.
minute left," I said to myself.
So this was it.