Jack was waiting for me and his face lit up when he saw me.“Nice do, Sheridan,” he joked. I had attempted to dry it with the hand blower, resulting in sticky strands radiating outwards from my mortified face.“Keep your fucking mouth shut or I will kick you next time I am wearing pointy shoes,” I warned, noticing how the wait staff was struggling not to laugh. Obviously, Jack had clued them in to what had happened with the seagull. I knew, then, that he would never let this go.I started walking towards the parking lot, when I heard one of the waiters say, “Miss? You forgot your doggy-bag!”Don't forget your leftover coconut shrimp. You'll want that tonight at about midnight.Never one to pass on food, I turned back around and went to grab it. I noticed that it was wrapped not in the traditional aluminum swan shape, but in the shape of a mother-loving seagull.Blasted.The entire staff started laughing aloud while Jack laughed harder. I sweetly smiled and took my shrimp, then informed him where he could stick his seagull.
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