The sudden painful eruptions on Jack’s face meant that he could not promise the sweet girl anything. Right now, he needed to just survive the next half-hour.
“Damn! I should have asked that roller-skating waiter if the Chef’s Special Salad Surprise contained any shellfish today. Whether I make it or not, I won’t make that mistake again … ”
Jenny cringed at Jack’s swelling face, the hives making him hideous.
She asked, “Uh-oh, what’s wrong?”
Jack keeled over as Jenny looked on. Besides learning to roller-skate, the waiter was also training to fight fires. Hospitality was not for him — he wanted to work in emergency services. And he recognized Jack’s problem. The waiter rifled through Jack’s pockets, despite Jenny’s protests.
Ah, there it was in the inside left breast pocket of Jack’s blazer. The waiter drew out the pre-dosed needle and stabbed Jack’s thigh with it. A second later, he wondered how he did that while on roller-skates.
As Jenny drove Jack home from the hospital under the light of the full moon, he commented, “Well, that was certainly a lunch date gone wrong.”
“Don’t worry Jack. We’ll try again tomorrow.”