Edward — Thanks for the Fries

We both wanted Burger King
around midnight last night,
but it was closed.

We both went down the block
and you held the door for me
at McDonald’s. You said
you’d been drinking since 5,
I said I’d just gotten out of work.

You work for Thompson-Reuters,
I’m “artsy.”
They jipped me on fries,
but you finally convinced me to take yours.
It really made my day

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