This short piece was submitted to Six Sentence Story with the prompt word of ‘menu’.
I’m driving from Washington, DC to Austin, Texas, imagining myself in every American road movie I’ve ever seen, except it’s all happening on the ‘wrong’ side of the road for an Australian. I discover a new level of terror as I navigate out of the city onto the freeway, where at least there is an expanse of distance between each direction and I get used to the inside and outside lanes being counterintuitive. I overtake another vehicle and return to the correct lane and slap the dashboard to celebrate my graduation from newbie school. I stop for lunch at a truck stop and slide into a booth. I study the menu and a waitress with dyed blonde hair and a distinct shortage of teeth asks me what I’ll have. I give her my order and she looks at me as though I’m speaking Swahili. She says ‘Honey, just point at the pictures and I’ll bring it right over.’