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MacKenzie did not take kindly to fools so had no use for Peter Moore. He hated him and wished there were a way to avoid seeing him. This was unlikely. Peter attended the same church, shopped at the same grocery store, and worked in the same building, although for a separate company on a different floor.
Every time MacKenzie saw Peter, his face would turn red. If no one were around, he would turn his head and spit. He also would mutter, “asshole.”
MacKenzie’s distaste for Peter was sufficiently obvious that friends and co-workers asked him about it.
“What bugs you about him?” they would ask, but MacKenzie only shook his head. He didn’t know. Everyone found that strange.
Peter Moore was a large man. Rather than walk, he waddled. His hair never looked combed. Often his shirttail was untucked. His glasses were often dirty.
These things were problems in MacKenzie’s mind, but he did not know why he hated Peter. The fat slob, he thought to himself, had never done, or said anything to him. Whatever it was that bothered him about Peter, MacKenzie figured, had to be something else.
One day MacKenzie found out. It was a slow day at the office so MacKenzie left at 11:30 in the morning to have lunch at the Chinese restaurant on the ground floor of the building. The food there was good. MacKenzie always got the same dish—Singapore noodles. They were just spicy enough to be interesting. Also, when Mackenzie lunched on them, he frequently skipped dinner. That’s how filling they were.
As was his practice, MacKenzie found an empty table and sat down. The waiter came to him immediately with a pitcher of water.
“The usual?” the waiter asked.
“Yes, thank you.”
As MacKenzie waited for his noodles, Peter waddled through the door. MacKenzie sighed “shit” under his breath and hoped Peter didn’t see him. Unfortunately, he did.
Peter immediately walked to MacKenzie and smiled. “Can I join you?” he asked.
MacKenzie wasn’t prepared for the question, so he instinctively nodded.
Peter sat down. The noodles had not yet been served. The waiter returned to the table.
“Are you joining Mr. MacKenzie?” he asked. Peter nodded yes.
Peter then ordered Kung Pao Chicken and a Pepsi along with an order of Spring Rolls.
The waiter responded, “I’ll bring everything out together.”
Before MacKenzie could reply Peter responded, “Thank you.”
MacKenzie, irritated, said nothing. Peter then started talking about President Biden. “He’s a Nazi,” Peter opined, looking intensely at MacKenzie to see how he’d react. MacKenzie was not aware that Peter was an America First Trump supporter.
MacKenzie said nothing, which was interpreted by Peter as an invitation to continue. Peter then expressed alarm over the “swarms” of Mexicans crossing the southern border, suggested that Biden started the war in Ukraine, and asked MacKenzie if he was familiar with what was found on Hunter Biden’s computer.
MacKenzie said nothing. He looked at his watch and hoped Peter noticed his irritation. Peter didn’t and opined that Nancy Pelosi was the worst Speaker of the House in American History, that AOC was a communist, and that Democrats wanted to “wipe out the white race.”
Mackenzie had had enough, but could only mumble, “I’m on another page. I like Pelosi.”
Peter smiled but before he could start talking, the food arrived. Peter immediately ate a spring roll. “Got to eat them before they get cold.”
Before MacKenzie could respond, Peter had finished the second egg role, had spooned a small mountain of rice onto his plate and then covered it with Kung Pao Chicken. “I love this shit,” he commented.
MacKenzie then ate his first fork of Singapore Noodles. They were warm, not hot. Peter responded by asking MacKenzie whether he agreed the 2020 election was stolen.
Without swallowing his latest fork of noodles first, MacKenzie looked at Peter until he got his attention.
“Freedom in defense of gluttony is no virtue,” he told Peter.
Peter nodded in confused agreement. He then loaded a fork with a mixture of rice and Kung Pao Chicken, opened his large mouth, and shoveled it in.
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