Vincent Farnsworth 6:31 p.m., Dec. 4
The Rhinoceros snorted through its great dark nostrils and slowly shook its gnarled head this way and that. Its immense tank-like body tense with indecision, the Rhino met the girl’s gaze. She, a mere five feet away, looked into the virtually blind eyes hooded with heavy lids and felt a sense of awe faced with the powerful beast, an oversight of time and nature, a veritable pre-ice age throwback. Its horn was of regal maturity and the Rhino seemed to regard it and the girl with a knowing indifference. Again, the slow head shaking.
Then the Rhinoceros ordered a large Coke, jumbo fries, and two cheeseburgers to go.
“Thank you, sir! Have a nice day!”