5:10 PM PST, A Few Weeks Ago On A Monday, Pho Saigon 8, Las Vegas, NV
Enter Jordan. Hungry and eager for some savory pho. My host/waiter silently directs me to a solitary table against the wall, as had become our weekly routine. He knows my order by heart.
“Numba Fifteen Large? Thai Tea? You want boba, no boba? Extra Meatball.” He confirms before I speak.
“Yes, #15 large. Thai tea, no boba. Extra meatball.” I recite to ensure proper pho-munication.
We both nod in mutual pho-nderstanding as I hand him my menu.
With the logistics of our meeting decided he scurries away and I have 5-7 minutes to wait before a steaming bowl of happiness will arrive at my table.
There is another piece of intel that you’ll need to appreciate my little story… Sitting directly across from me, 1 table removed, facing me, is a very cute girl. Continue reading