what’s really great?
Licks.
Licks burgers. (Well, NATURE burgers, seeing as I have cut meat out of my diet.)
Licks everything.
LICKS LICKS LICKS.
For those of you that haven’t been, you should go. I used to work there, you know. And if Leah used to work there, you know it must be t0p-quality food you receive. Make sure you ask for the ketchup in a smiley face. And mustard eyeballs. And an onion mustache. With lettuce hair/eyebrows. That’s how my burgers are done and that’s how you should have your burger done. OM NOM NOM. Delicious.
BUT ANYWAY.
I go to Licks a lot. Like, A LOT. Usually, my only friend comes with me and we sit in the booths and talk and people watch.
So this one time, we were just sitting there after we finished our meals and our conversation began to die. So, looking for more things to talk about, we both start scanning the dining area. That’s when we see the following take place:
A minivan drove up to the front of Licks and a woman emerged from the front passenger door. She seemed anxious, nervously looking both ways before she broke out into a sprint towards the restaurant’s front door. As she ran into it full force, the door flew open.
She had clearly been in Licks before, as she immediately turned towards her destination – the table that held the forks and knives.
(Now, the thing you have to realize about Licks is that the workers are usually pretty good about refilling things like napkins and knives and forks. The holders for the knives and forks are almost always full, if not overflowing with the plastic utensils.)
My only friend and I watched the woman in confusion.
Without breaking her sprint, she reached the table in no more than a couple seconds.
She then proceeded to grab EVERY SINGLE FORK IN THE HOLDER WITH ONE HAND, shove them in her purse, and sprint out, back to the minivan which waited for her where it had dropped her off.
The entire ordeal literally took no more than twenty seconds. They must have rehearsed their plan for hours before putting it into action.
So I can now say that I was a witness to what was, quite possibly, the most dramatic fork theft in all of history.
