Across town to therapy
then I decided I wanted to go home
instead of out for lunch
but I got hungry with a craving
so, a quick stop at McDonalds
Parking was sweet, first spot by the door
Mom and her cane, thus a handicap decal
There was a white man, around 80 standing outside
he was clean and had a pilot bomber jacket on
a coffee beverage cup
He was word salading, and I wasn’t sure if it was genuine mental health or street performance of it.
I made blank eye contact and looked through him.
A woman heading to the door sped up to cut my Mom off
so I hung back and just let her
she looked at us and then held the door for my Mom
at the counter, my Mom asked the clerk if the coupon for a 2 for 1 burger had to be the same burgers or just any 2 on the list
there was a flicker across her tired face and she said, “sure, okay”
Then another old white man asked me if another coupon was mine
So I said thanks and gave that one to my Mom who probably had dropped it.
He stood there, I was not really sure what he was waiting for, I’d said thank you
there was an odd expectation, but I looked through him too
he commented about the bad service, as if it was some kind of joke to unite us against the servers
I disagreed and said the Burger King by the London Drugs was terrible
he took that as encouraging and said there was a good one in Langley
It occurred to me that he was actually attempting to flirt or was just a lonely old guy seeking attention, either way, jerk behaviour is what it is and he had no business talking to me
Our burgers.. sandwiches they call them to shift the legislation that applies to food services, were up and I got to leave the counter area.
Home and to the back yard, where I feel like I can breath.
then to the internet, to turn breath exhalations into words
not from my lips, but fingertips