C25 Twenty-Five
“How can you be so indecisive?” “I don’t know what I want.”
“It’s just food, choose something.” “I don’t know.”
“How do you not know what you wanna eat?” “I don’t know.”
“Girl, I’m going to gi--” PATS.
I slammed his head on the steering wheel.
“Aw! Geez, you’re going to give me a fucking concussion!” “Stop making me choose, dumbass!”
Okay, maybe that was a little bit violent
