JIM IS HIM

CHAPTER 112

It had been half-an-hour, but Shiney was yet to finish eating the noodles. A waiter came to her table and asked her if she wanted a soft drink to go with the noodles.

“I’ll have coke, if it’s stored in the glass bottle,” she said.

“No, ma’am. We only have them in plastic bottles.”

“Then, no thanks.”

“What’s the difference?” the waiter couldn’t help but ask.

“Everything. Be it freshness or the flavor, it’s way better when you store it in the glass bottle,” Shiney said. “Plastic bottles don’t retain the original flavor, and my tongue is sensitive, so I can easily taste the plastic that gets mixed into the drink.”

“Okay, then please do eat quickly,” the waiter told her in a low voice, “because the manager is not happy because you’re eating very slowly even though you only ordered just one cheap item.”

“Five dollars isn’t cheap,” Shiney blurted, “but I get it.” She got up from the chair and began to walk away, without eating the rest of the noodles. The waiter tried to stop her, but the m