"he'll take the small"

so sayeth the todd, when babycakes ordered a medium drink to go along with his burrito at baja fresh.

"but i want a medium." says bcakes

"they're re-fillable. you'll take the small." todd dismissed the subject with a casual flip of his wrist.

big time spender todd was footing the bill for this comida grande, and as such didn't want to pay medium when you could just get a small and refill till you burst. now, bcakes didn't want to make a big deal out of it. todd was paying and it was pretty trivial. but it nibbled at his mind. foreshadowing.

in time, it would turn out that todd uses a hijaked handicapped sticker to park illegally, switches stickers on merchandise to get a lower price, and stiffs the valets. not a good egg.

the devil is in the details folks. it's in the little moments, where you glimpse what sort of egg you're consorting with.

like the time i had a swooning case for a black haired rugby player with a convertible cabriolet. he finally asked me out. i was walking in front of him and playfully stopped short. hoping for a little collision and maybe the feel of his arms around my shoulders. he said (very seriously)

"be careful. i might have run in to you." and walked wide around me.

i knew then he wasn't for me. but how could i explain that to my friends? it sounded so idiotic. so i waited till he slept with a cheerleader from davis high.

then i dumped him with good reason and a clear conscience.

but seriously, a guy that won't run into you and maybe even tumble you to the ground? no thanks.