I blinked. “Yep, having here.”
“Spicyororiginal?” Her dazzling toothpaste-commercial of a smile seemed to have lost some of its lustre.
“What do you have?”
She gave me a look that told me she would be running out of patience. Soon. “Pepsimedaorenmedazipemedaensevenup.”
I gave up my guessing game and decided to go with the first intelligible choice, intending to make a quick getaway before being subjected to further humility at the hands of this particularly plucky rapid-fire speaker.
As I exited the fast food joint later, I saw a familiar face. My initial reaction was to say hi, but the thought of addressing a fellow blogger by their online handles put me off immediately (imagine “Fancy seeing you here, surferdude82!” or “Hi, pinkythreetoes!”). She saw me gawking at her and I promptly made my second quick getaway for the day.
You would not yell “Hey, Strizzt!” out in the streets either, or would you?