George was a pirate, but he wasn’t a very good pirate.
Fear consumed him, and when faced with a decision, any decision, his inner dialogue drowned out any course of action.
George stood there, eyes wide open, but seeing nothing. Hearing none of the angry voices around him, the hands grabbing his arms and trying to shake him out of his paralysis.
Endless ”What if?” rolled around in his mind, and the crowd around him grew angrier and angrier, cursing and swearing.
The girl at the register looked past George. “Next please? Welcome to McDonalds, may I take your order?”