“Would you like fries with that?”
“No,” the man in red said, “but I would like to take you to space.”
Kathy tried not to sigh. Another crazy? He didn’t look like it, in his red jeans and band T-shirt. Just seemed like your standard hipster. Yet the man did not even blink at the mention of space, like he was talking about the weather.
“Well?” he said.
“No fries then?” Kathy said.
He leaned forward over the counter. “This opportunity has an expiration date.” He examined her nametag. “Kathy.”
“That’ll be $3.67,” she said.
The man frowned, pushed back and tossed money on the counter. “You humans,” he muttered, walking away with his Happy Meal.