To the Good Pain

by Ari Collins


She said into her earpiece, “No, totally. What an ass. Oh, hold on, Babe.” She approached my register, then stopped. “Hold on, I said. Hold on. Hold on hold on hold on. Hold on!” She gave me a shrug. “Sorry. Some people, right?” She scanned the menu. “Babe? You there? What should I get? Babe?”