“So you dropped out of college,” Carl says. “You going back?”
“I don’t know. Maybe. I don’t know.”
“I tried out college,” he says. “Thought I’d get back to it later but went in the army instead.”
I picture Carl in the army, at war, standing still with his eyes drooping while everything explodes and burns all around him. In my imagination he’s wearing his apron and his name tag glows orange with reflected flames.
“You should think about the army,” he says.