“Can I help you, sir?”
“Yes,” Thomas said, stepping forward and sliding his tray across the counter. “I’d like my burger without pickles and onions, please.”
“Sure thing.” The cashier smiled and took the tray.
He hesitated in saying it was the third time that happened, but he thought his idea was better. Plus, they wouldn’t have a chance to spit on his burger.
While her back was turned, he glanced around at the full dining room and pulled a plastic bag from his pocket and shook it, then headed for the exit, smiling at the screams the cockroaches caused.