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Instead of using his hands to easily open the glass door that had Moe’s written on the door, Ransom used his entire body weight to dramatically make his entrance. It was not a necessity for Ransom to try to be dramatic; drama tended to follow him wherever his white and green Nike skateboarding shoes took him. That was the problem though, not exactly his shoes, but his general appearance overall. Ransom seemed to be the only one that did not fit the mold of what a student at the University would look like; which could be one explanation to why Ransom suddenly decided to drop out. The piercings separated him from the crowd, but a lot of people had a few facial piercings. However, the tattoos were what threw it over the edge. Sure, some people might have had a few tattoos, but not many had them up their neck.
Anyway, it was Ransom’s turn to place his order and although he looked at the menu as if it was a tough decision, it surely was not. He ordered the same thing every time his feet stepped in Moe’s, regardless of his hunger level; a Homewrecker which consisted of rice, beans, chicken, shredded cheese, salsa, guacamole, sour cream, and lettuce all wrapped in a burrito and a taco called The Ugly Naked Guy (named after the character off of the episode of friends). Once his meal was paid for, Ransomwas free to sit down and wait for his meal to be served to him by the same little old lady that always served him. Before any of this though, he would have to pick a numbered card that was attached to a metal stand so that the little Mexican women would know that his order was indeed his. His right hand hovered over the numbers as if he was picking his numbers for the lottery. Ransom decided on the number twenty-one and he went to look for a table that was already neither dirty nor taken.
Although many people, especially girls, had a problem eating alone, Ransom did not. For one, it was not like this was a fancy restaurant; it was practically fast food. He slammed the metal stand on the table as he thought about his day. A few heads turned at the loud noise and Ransom only dismissed them. He was not one to draw attention more to him self. He just prayed that they would not say anything. Before sitting, Ransom removed the brown Ed Gein zipper up sweatshirt that was causing pools of sweat to form on the white billabong t-shirt that he was wearing underneath it. His eyes scanned the restaurant once he was comfortable in his seat. He wanted to see if he knew anyone that was already eating. Well, obviously he did, but many of them were just by face only.
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