it was that day he lost 300 dollars. it wasn't lost, really, it was stolen. from the car window he left open at cherry wood park.
it was that day. we went over to that family italian place, and he ordered mostaccioli to last him the entire week, and bread sticks. the mostaccioli was enough for 15 people. it was in one of those catering tins. and it was expensive too. $45 dollars or something.
he knew the girl at the register from highschool. she rang him up and only charged him $2.05. just for the breadsticks. he turned to look at me smiling when she turned to run his debit card. when he signed for it he signaled to me to follow him out fast.
"she could get fired for that." i said to my feet on the glove box.
"i wasn't the one who rang me up."
it turns out, she did it on purpose. charge him for only the breadsticks, i mean.
a favor for a friend.
