Jaded

Lunch at a fast food joint. Me and my colleague. I order a minimalistic chicken burger, a bread roll, a bottle of slice, and a (!)butterscotch doughnut. Two young things, one of them apparently looking somewhere in my general direction ( the female gaze is hard to decipher), seated a little distance away.

I finish my burger and take on the bread roll. A bottle of ketchup to my right. The roll is dry. I reach for the ketchup. I tilt the bottle. The ketchup is yellow in colour. It runs down the roll. And spills over my hand. The ketchup is quite cold...too cold. I look at the bottle in my hand. It says slice. My colleague does not notice.

I'm getting jaded.