This Dainty Fellow

He was no snob. He would eat the meal of the masses. It would suffice.

He had someone on salary ensure that someone else being paid by the hour with no benefits would put rolled silverware into a napkin for him to consider. It would never be used. Form over function. Waste was a way of life. Napkins, oh God, yes.

He was taught to lay out a thick paper napkin and cover it with another. Each and everything before him had to be covered or adorned. He was told that his French fries needed to be laid out end to end and then consumed before his meal but only if the napkin sanitized it all. Ketchup was for morons and wastrels. It was probably rancid stuff but he had never tasted it. He was a rough man who could appear relatable if the media people asked. I'm relating to them, he muttered, but make sure I get something else later.

The world won't wait for a man to sample everything and proceed with his value meal from McDonald's. You can look at his untouched sandwich and know his disgust. He had a limit, and there was no way he was going to eat the grubby lettuce placed there by someone making minimum wages. It was a rebuke for you rubes and your desire to consume the flesh of animals and burp everything back up into a ridiculously small serving of Diet Coke, more so when considering the food was unacceptable on many levels.

But he was hungry, and he needed what Bukowski called fuel so he could create. A big sandwich consisting of produce picked by the brown people who bellowed at him from afar and the rest assembled by humble and underpaid peons was enough for him, for now.

The Apple Pie was missing from his meal, and so he withdrew a dainty hand and ordered an underling to retrieve him another.

He waited, munching and sad.

The apple pie arrived and this was not to be shared. It was jammed into filthy cardboard and overheated. The proletariat had risen against the bourgeois. He burned his mouth. Screams, that was what they heard when he finally tossed the meal aside. Damned thing. That's what apples taste like? Give them to the poor.

Fuckers.