Cade righted it quickly enough to keep the sandwiches aboard, but there
was a loud 'wunk' sort of noise and the black guy's eyes got big as he looked at
the tray.
Cade's gaze followed his and he thought, 'Oh, shit,' as he saw that his
thumb had heavily dented the edge the heavy aluminum tray, squashing the ridge
around it flat and warping the metal for several inches.
"Um. Sorry," said Cade.
He stacked the remaining sandwiches on a napkin and turned the tray over to
push the damaged area flat, then handed the tray across the table, gathered up
the sandwiches, and said, "Sorry. Really," and turned to go.
"Hey," said the black guy, "Wait."
Turning to face him, Cade indicated the tray and asked, "Would ten bucks
cover it?"
"I buy 'em used. Seven would do it, but that's not..." He waited until
another table-grazer moved away and continued, "How'd you do that? I ran over
one of these trays with my truck once and didn't much more than scratch it a
little."
Setting the sandwiches down, Cade fished ten bucks out of his money clip,
laid it on the tray, and said, "I've had a real workout this morning.
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