racist
was at a truck stop in south san francisco eating a Frosty Float at the combo Wendy’s Exxon Starbucks. You sit down at some tables in the gas station part, next to motor oil and bumper stickers. It felt like the rest of the country. I felt like I was in most of America instead of SF. Feels good sometimes, to get out and watch a drive thru entrance. How people squint their eyes and look up at a menu they know by heart. The burden of choice still weighing on their minds though, because they know what they want and they know they should order something healthier. So they sit there with an open mouth saying, “ahhhhhh…” as they look for a salad combo with french fries, or chocolate covered skinless chicken breast. Some new item that might not be as bad as a hamburger and shake.