and atleast partially digest ones food. He had never been much for eating on the run - hadn't been raised that way. Over the past ten, fifteen years, the whole restaurant scene had changed. When he was a kid, any middle-income parent had a choice of where to take the family out for a good, sensibly priced supper - one served with a smile, and upon real plates, and eaten with real utensils. While there remained a few diners out in the sticks, most sit-and-enjoy-a-meal places catered to ... well, not tradespeople, who drove utility vans, and came home sooty or wet, or both.
He set his tray on a corner table and opened up his coffee. Checked his phone. Yay, any messages could wait. It was half past six, dark outside, and he was d.o.n.e, done for the day. Unwrapping his sandwich, he took a bite, and just relaxed a moment on that plastic chair.
Two or three tables beside him, he heard some voices. Was the same-old small talk - someone's new car or whatever. A moment later, where such-n-such lender is offering introductory rates - adjusted, of course. And then, came the snippet - one that you didn't have to worry overmuch about getting a stiff fine, county time, or both.
"[Gosh darn] jews are raking in the green ... greedy bastards!"
Max rolled his eyes - and rolled his partially eaten sandwich back in its wrapper, sealed his coffee, and headed out the door.
And i'm headed back to 2021. Good night, Dear Reader. More tomorrow, Lord willing.
No comments:
Post a Comment