“Did you try the the Curler burger?”

“Sure did.”

“Well, I’m originally from Illinois but my wife here is from South Carolina. Her daddy invented the Curler burger. He had an outdoor stand not far from the factory…I moved there because my company relocated me…anyway, he…”

“Excuse me. Do y’all want more to drink?”

“Yes, please.”

“Y’all want a cup to go?”

“Ya think she wants us to leave? It’s 1:45, fifteen minutes after closing.”

“No! Y’all stay as long as you want.”

“Just fill up my cup. I’ll sit here and drink it before we go.”

“About your father in-law?”

“The Curler burger was so popular, he always had a long line, ten to twenty deep, of people waitin’ to get one, even though they could’a eaten somewhere else closer to the factory. He finally opened up an inside place but it wasn’t nearly so popular.”

“Some people like to eat outdoors…”

“Like on a day like this?”

“So how did you all meet?”

“I worked at a plant for a soybean company, Continental Green…you ever heard of ’em?”

“No.”

“They were pretty big in mid-Illinois back then. Well, they relocated me to a new plant in South Carolina. That’s where I met her. Then I was relocated to Alabama and we retired here. She runs this place and has the Curler burger in memory of her father.”

“My husband was quite the catch.”

“I was a plant manager.”

“She’s still got that South Carolina lady’s charm.”

“Why, thank you, honey. The stories I could tell you…”

“We aren’t in a hurry if you’re not.”

“For starters, you know what’s the matter with today’s economy?”

“No.”

“You don’t? Well, I wish you did, ’cause here’s what I’d do…”

Just then, a fugitive from the law, Janous the Giant, walked in and shot up the place, taking a Curler burger with her on the way out as she emptied the cash register out of habit.