“Where did you work before?”

“I was a manager at a McDonald’s.”

John closed his eyes and tried not to laugh. “That’s where I got my first job when I was fifteen!”

“I hear that a lot. It got pretty hard to hire young teenagers by the time I was a manager. Most of the applicants that I dealt with were people in their forties trying to supplement their income from their other shitty job, pardon my French.”

“Which one did you manage?”

“It was a drive through only restaurant off the Fort Lewis freeway exit.”

“I’ve been at that one. It’s kind of weird.”

“Yeah, it’s different. The franchisee found that narrow lot and that’s all the building that would fit. It does pretty good business though.”

“Well, really don’t eat at McDonald’s much since Dick’s is so much better.”

“I have to agree with you. You can beat a Dick’s shake.”

Paul walked over from his office to see what all the activity was. As usual he was a little out of it and didn’t really know what the conversation was about. “I’d like a big dick in my mouth!”, he exclaimed.
John just scrunched down and tried to contain his laughter. Steve was a little shocked and didn’t know how to react to the comment. Paul just reached out and patted John on the back thinking that he was having trouble coughing.

“Hey, John are you all right?”, Paul asked.

John sat up, pursing his lips and then let out a loud cough. “Oh, I’m fine now Paul. Thanks.”

“Are you guys going up to Dick’s for lunch? My favorite one is the Big Dick!”, said Paul reaching for his wallet, “Can you get me one?”

“It’s called a Deluxe”, John said, correcting him.

“Oh, a Deluxe. I thought it was a Big Dick”, Paul said, handing John twenty bucks.

“Do you have a five?”, John asked, “The deluxe is two ninety five.”

“I’ll buy, get whatever you guys want too”, Paul said walking back to his office.
“Was he serious?”, Steve asked.

“He always calls them that. I don’t know if he’s joking or if that’s what he thinks they’re called.”

“That’s not the kind of mistake you want to make up on Broadway.”