Grilled Cheese: That which I am...

“Hi, this is Crazy Cooks”

“Hi, this is Barathi from ATLAS... the place with all those monster trucks that places orders with you often…”

“ATLAS what ?”

“Oh that’s where Neil works… you know he’s a frequenter to your place…”

“Ummm… welll…?”

“Barathi, the short girl that comes with two men and orders grilled cheese sandwich-no meat …”

“OH so …grilled cheese… Como esta? How are you my friend? Ok, one order of that and the usual half an order of fries right? And your special ketchup and peppers on the side? See, I know your order!”

“Wait, I don’t want to order that this time though…just a salad…”

[The freaking phone gets disconnected at this important juncture. Sb calls again.]

“Hi, this is Crazy Cooks”

“Hey, I just spoke with you a second ago… I’m…" Sb wonders whether she should say Neil/ Danny/ ATLAS…>,and finally decides to say, "Well I am Grilled Cheese.”

“Yes hon I got your order –it’s on its way”
“No, wait. I’m the person grilled cheese but this time I want a vegetarian salad –no tomatoes, no mushrooms lotsa cheese and lots of peppers on the side –and ranch. Throw in a soda too”

“Ok gotcha, he’ll be right there.”
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Signs a tip on the credit card, “Thanks, you have a great day!.”

He smiles and slams the door behind him as he walks out of the trailer.

Sb realizes a big forgotten mission… runs behind him, “Hey I forgot your name”

“Chris”.

“Hey Chris, I'm Barathi, nice to meet you”

“Baraaa…?”.

“Well, I know it’s hard to say -..Baarathi – better known as Grilled Cheese to you guys (smile) but you could call me B if you like”.

“ya, B, I like it! Seeya.”
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“Hey it’s me, B, calling again. You forgot to send me the extra peppers”

“B who?”

(damn -no more of the Atlas, Neil, truck routes...)

“This is me, grilled cheese”.

“Hey girl, Chris is heading back there with your peppers… why didn’t you call to remind us earlier?”

… J

MADGET & MIDGET

A quick background: David's midget's boss. Madget works in a parallel team but also closely with Midget, David et al. In a quiet week -or what they like to call, the lull before the storm:

(…A blast of thunder. Midget thinks that’s the topmost thing in everyone’s head, courtesy her own fears of the Dark Thunder from previous lives…)

“We are in hot water”.

“Are you sure, Ms. Madget? We’d have to go out to test the temperature”

(Oblivious) “My best friend is getting married on the first week of August and I’m the maid of honor –so I’ll have to take a crucial day’s vacation during closing time. You and David will have to handle it all then!”

“I am getting married myself then!”

“Married to the job?”

“Let’s leave that caption for David. I will set a heart-hunter at work right now”.
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“What’s “Why Iron” reversed, in one word? “

“Norriiee… what?”

Irony, indeed
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Tara to Madget: The Senior Estimator in Atlanta, Gary Ledbetter, is so stuck up. He’s been around in this business for 60 years and he won’t change the way he does things, even if there’s a better way to do it. It’s crazy!
Madget: And to top it all, everyone’s been telling him about it that he’s so bitter about things.

The sonic wall opens up to Midget who scribbles on a post-it and holds it up on a ruler across to Madget’s office:

“Lary Get Better, not bitter!” – the author apologizes for any completely unintended “cool” or “phone-y” LG reversals.

“LOL, You are a riot!”