The Crinkle Cut Shuffle

I bolted toward the corner cart where a fresh batch of crinkle-cut fries was steaming in a red plastic basket! Right on the metal ledge, someone left a wooden toothpick dispenser with a little rotary wheel on top. On pure impulse, I leaped onto the plastic dial and stomped my sneaker down. The wheel ratcheted forward with a sharp click, popping a clean, pointy wooden pick right out into the catch tray! I scooped up the tiny stick like a drum baton, spun around on the brushed steel counter, and tapped out a rapid-fire rimshot against the side of the metal fry basket.