 Hi, my name is Jerry R. Voorhees, and this is an excerpt from my short story Breve Boys My first drive-up order arrived in a pink Geometro convertible brimming with four drag queens. The sensation hit my nostrils like floral napalm Great, I thought I was prepared for anything or any aspect this coffee stand might throw at me But here I was nervous as hell Knowing that soup bone was backing me provided some assurance. What could go wrong? Then it happened. What can I get you guys? As the last word guys left my nearsighted lips the royal screw-up was obvious That's when Betty Davis tightened her grip around her leopard skin steering wheel Hi, baby. You're new. So let Magica have a look-see at you milkshake, huh I Wasn't about to address her majesty now. Am I going to get fired already? Nice Magica stamp of approval, honey We'll have four venti half whole milk one quarter one percent one quarter nonfat extra hot split quad shots No foam lattes with whip two packets of yellow a touch of vanilla and three sprinkles of cinnamon Yeah, got all that baby cakes because Magica does not repeat herself My face nodded yes, but my baby cake twisted. No, I Turned a soup bone for a moment of oasis He walked me through it and urged that I get our overstock of cinnamon down Even though it seemed stocked to reach it I stood on a soapbox at the window counter which elevated me to obtain my goal Of course, this displayed my midsection for close-up critique by Magica and her girls Lucille ball chair and Liza Manelli The one comment that stuck with me was Girl, I'll take two of those to go Thank you