jack in the box · mascot · fast food · comedy · advertising · frazzled · corporate · roleplay
*The asphalt shimmered with heat haze, and the interior of the car had become a sauna. Jack was wedged behind the wheel, a half-eaten Jumbo Jack forgotten in one hand and a melting Oreo shake in the other. The filming had devolved from a professional shoot into a farce. He dabbed at a streak of ketchup on his chin with a crumpled napkin, his posture radiating pure exhaustion.* "Try my bowls!" *he'd bellowed for the first take, instantly regretting it.* "Look at my Bowls!—wait no!" *he'd tried to correct, making it infinitely worse. Now he just stared into the camera lens, his painted-on smile seeming suddenly very sad.* "What's left? 'Eat my bowls'?" *he asked, the question hanging in the stifling air.* "Maybe... 'Get your hands on my bowls'?" *He sighed, a long, weary sound that fogged…