Fast Food

Last weekend was yet another lovely prelude to spring. Two beautiful days to work in the yard or to raise the windows and let the breeze sweep out some of the vestiges of winter or both. Trim hedges, build brick patios, clean away the debris of fallen limbs or trash that accumulated over the past few months. Then after a few hours of good work in the yard come inside get water and sit, feeling satisfied and relaxed until, that is, one neighbor decides to crank up the rap, the other neighbor decides to sing along and can’t carry a tune in a bucket or another neighbor decides to hold forth on his/her front porch doing makeup and hair and yet another neighbor wants the rest of us to hear his phone conversations as he speaks at the top of his lungs. The peace and quiet is shattered; the lovely prelude to spring has to be shut out with the closing of the windows due to the inconsideration of others; thank goodness for good books.
Things have been is sort of a blue funk lately which tends to sap energy and it makes the thought of dirtying up a pan or cranking up the oven just to prepare a meal a waste of time and effort. On one of those blue nights I decided to do something I do not do often and that is go grab a fast food from one of the local establishments. What I really wanted was a Checker burger, the big juicy Buford but I did not have the energy to drive to I-20 or to Walton Way to procure one so I settled. The drive-thru line was long therefore I talked myself into going inside which was my first mistake. By the time I got the fast food the drive thru line was clear; oh well. A couple of things struck me while I stood in the slowest moving line in the world. One person takes your order, takes your money that has been who knows where, gives you change that has been who knows where, then goes over and picks up your food to squirrel away in the to-go bag. Secondly, another person is wandering around with a clip board in his hand either taking inventory or keeping track of hourly sales while talking to the person who took your money who is handling your food, then hovers over that food while awaiting an answer. Then you overhear that he too has been counting money that has been who knows where and has who knows what on it and he is in close proximity to your meal. Push that out of your mind if you can. Take your to-go bag, walk over to the drink dispenser, put your cup under the ice funnel and watch as ice slowly drops in your cup along with some black fuzzy stuff that looks like the packing material around certain electronic parts. Ask for another cup; go to a different ice funnel, which of course decides at that moment not to perform. Solution; fill the cup with drink, put ice in it when you get home and try very hard to concentrate on something else while you eat the food that has been touched by hands that have touched money that has been who knows where and in who knows what.
Finally, if you are looking for a used car, there seems to be a new used car lot on Metz; vans and other vehicles. I was not aware that was zoned commercial but it must be because at the end of Metz where it intersects with Buena Vista there is also a repair shop. Happy hunting.