A young man sits at Olive Garden. she look around slightly nervous, their movements shaky. she orders a glass of water and a small bowl of pasta. They can't stop staring at their phone, trying to find a distraction from the outside world.
The waiter arrives with their food, and asks "would you like some cheese on your pasta?" The person nods, oblivious to the world around them, too busy to notice that cheese is overflowing their plate. The waiter's arm hurts more than a straight teenage boy after the Victoria secret fashion show. Cheese is everywhere. Yet still no response. Cheese covers the floors and begins to flood the restaurant.
"CHILDREN ARE DYING IN FOREIGN COUNTRIES WASTING CHEESE." A rude, elderly patron informs them.
"Yes, but why are you yelling at me instead of actually helping them?" he said blankly, eyes never leaving the phone screen.
"STOP FUCKING GRATING THE GODDAMN CHEESE" shouts the wrinkly satan.
"THEY HAVEN'T SAID WHEN" replies the waiter who soon passes out due to the pressure. Uninterested they're too busy to notice that his corpse is lost in the cheese.
'THEY STILL NEVER SAID WHEN' the kitchen staff panics as they send out waiter after waiter to grate their cheese. Still no 'when' The world slowly fills with cheese.
"WHY WON'T HE STOP?" Screams Melissa.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP. NO ONE EVEN LIKES YOU, MELISSA. THEY HAVEN'T EVEN SAID 'WHEN' YET." Shouts one of the many new waiters
"PLEASE JUST SAY 'WHEN'" cries out one of the waiters. "I'M TIRED. I HAVEN'T SLEPT IN EIGHT DAYS."
the boy's eyes tear away from the phone screen, tears staining his cheeks. "Hi, Tired. I'm Dad."
olive garden
"when you're here, you're family."