An Overly Dramatic Interpretation Of Something Not So Dramatic

And there he was, standing at the crossroads of his life. Many events had led him to this, some contributing more than others. Every decision he had made would affect his choice, from choosing to quit drinking, to choosing which pair of socks he would wear this morning. But never had he put so much thought into a single question.

Listen: When this man was a boy of twenty, well into college, he had tried to decide on this before. He knew as well as any wiser man that this could not be done. The maturity necessary to make a choice of this magnitude was impossible to grasp at such a young age. He was but a child then, this time things would be different.

What is one to do? Faced with such a life-altering query, the pressure started to take hold of the very essence of his being. His eyes began to shake as a sole bead of sweat trickled down his forehead.

A man in black stood before him. He had always been there, waiting impatiently for him, for his decision. The time had come, as it does for all of mankind. Most spend all of their lives pondering this choice, yet some run foolhardily, throw caution to the wind, and make a choice that they regret for the rest of their days.

As the man was buckling under the pressure, he was confused as to how this moment came to be. What could this all mean? Is this a test of faith from the almighty, or is this a much darker thing? Who is this man who taunts me so? Is he the destroyer, death himself? Has he taken this form in some twisted spirit of comedy?

He would never know. So many questions ran through his mind, corrupting his ability to think clearly. He should not have been posed this question at such a time, in such a state.

Alas, he had finally come to the decision he had waited so anxiously to make. His body jutted forward as he laid his fist on the counter, a sort of preamble to his address. It was a sudden change in his attitude that the man in black noticed. The man was uneasy a few moments ago, but from where is this newfound confidence? The man in black thought this man must be sure of what he about to say.

And here it was, the words all had been awaiting, none more than the man in black, and the man, himself. As his vocal chords began the gentle vibration, which would soon form his response to the question at hand, he double thought himself. Is this the right choice? He quickly quashed the notion, it was too late now.

As the anticipation rose, his words were spoken with a mature confidence. He had made the right choice, and would be rewarded. He knew what he was doing, and the words escaped from his mouth:

“Double cheeseburger, no onions. To go.”