Page 23 of Play of Love
“You got my order wrong.” He gave me a hard look as I turned around to regard him.
I didn’t answer, I just looked at him thinking about what I should say.
“Hey Kansas, I’m talking to you.”
“My name is Amy. It isn’t Kansas. I’m not even from there so I don’t know where you cooked that up from.”
“You got my order wrong.” He narrowed his gaze.
“Did I? It all seems about right to me.”
“Why would you think I meant root beer, and a damn kids’ root beer too?”
“You never specified what sort of beer you meant,” I answered with a tight-lipped smile.
“You think you’re funny. The beer I might drink and the hot sauce I can use in a sandwich. But what the hell am I supposed to do with them midget condoms?”
“Mr. Mancini. I’m afraid that is above my pay grade. Now, if you will excuse me, I have things to do.” I turned my back to him and focused on the stack of mail.
Thankfully he gave up this nonsensical argument and walked off. As he did, an idea brewed in my mind. I needed to up my game. Since being here I really had allowed him to push me around. This was just my third day here and I was already feeling like I’d been here for years and needed to retire.
No more of it. I was going to take Corey’s advice and put things in order.
