In placing my order for dinner, I start,
“Well, this is to go,” while proceeding to chart
My items. But clerk at the counter will throw:
Never miss a local story.
“Will this be for here?” No, ’cause this is to go.
Resuming, I finish, to minimize fuss;
Except what I’m asked is: “You’re dining with us?”
I’m shaking my head no — “to go” is quite clear.
She reads back my order: “And this is for here?”
Surrender! I’ll eat this right here, I concede;
It’s hardly my preference, but I will accede.
Then waiting while — oh! how this order has dragged;
They bring me my food …which is boxed up and bagged!