The red phone rang.
Kendrick grimaced, Eric smiled and Emily laughed.
It was exactly 18:00pm, there was no doubt who would be on the other end of the phone.
“It’s your turn tonight, I got it last week.” Eric grinned.
The grimace on Kendricks’ face grew even worse.
“Hello, good evening, dial up take away services. How can I help?”
It was the same thing every Wednesday night.
First came the order, then two hours of complaining about everything on the plate.
The toast was too soggy, the egg was dried out, and on it went.
But he never sent it back regardless of the offer to pick it up.
Kendrick was getting tired of it. Wednesday’s were starting to drag.
Maybe next week he would unplug the red phone.
Thanks Rochelle for hosting Friday fictioneers.