backforthmenu Untitled. There is a voluptuous Mexican girl who works at the burger place. Nice breasts. Perfect legs in her short uniform. Her hair is night black and always up. I want to stare at her but don’t. But I do sit in my booth eating the heart attack special and carefully catch glimpses of her working. Today she is consolidating the catsup containers not more than ten feet away. She holds one phallic container over another and transfers the catsup. Somewhere in the process, air is being sucked into the bottle which results in a loud, bizarre, farting sound when she squeezes it. No one else seems to notice my voluptuous Mexican girl standing, weight on one leg, back arched, massaging the farting bottles at arm’s length. This goes on for a while as the old couple in the booth next to me discusses whether or not their car is safe outside. 4/20/96