"I wonder if Copernicus would have gotten into as much trouble if he had discovered that the earth revolves around the pope."
"So, is the Ultimo Burrito really the last one?" he asked, smiling.
The old cashier didn't even miss a beat, "Yes. That's it. After that, no mas." He was clever, and his slow, Mexican accent added irony somehow.
"Well then, you might want to charge more for it."
"No. We just want to get rid of it and free up the line on the menu."
"I wonder if there's a pledge of allegiance to the Hyatt Regency flag."
"I usually just cross the street for lunch," I said.
"That doesn't sound very filling," he replied.
"Ha ha. I cross the street to a restaurant - to eat food."
"By yourself?" he asked.
"No, I usually go with a coworker."
"What do you get?"
"Are you asking me, 'What do you get if you cross a street with a coworker?'"
He lost it. It was an odd joke, but we like it that way. He couldn't speak to respond.
"Fajita salad," I said, and then I lost it too.
"That drawing is amazing. Wow. Is there anything you can't do?"
"Well, I can't think of anything."
"Sometimes a metaphor is just a metaphor."
"Are you implying something?"
"Yes."
"What?"
"An implication."
