Basic Burger: Science Fiction

He didn't find out about the ordinary places where the regular workers could retreat to until he went to Space Bob's burger, ordered the basic burger, and burst out in tears when the waitress glided up with a burger on a bun, with lettuce and tomato and pickles cut in the shapes of the planets, with fries extruded to resemble space elevators, and the plate being a smooth bowl with a surface that pulsed constantly with strobe lights like one of the mythical UFOs. The ketchup was green, just to make it more alien, and now and then the silhouette of an alien waving walked along the side of the bowl. It was just all too much. He'd stood with the uneasy stomach that lighter gravity produced, he'd done okay with windows that you felt like you could fall into the abyss through, and it was this stupid, simple tourist trap burger that was his undoing. He wasn't a guy to cry, either, something he thought was important he explain to the waitress when she hurried over. Her expression was ruefully amused as she answered--


Inspiration: A friend posting a video of his "basic sashimi."
Story potential: Medium
Notes: Nice touch for setting up the character/worldbuilding. Basic job hazing on a space tourist trap.