I open the door and politely wait for satisfied customers exit
before I enter. I walk in towards the long waiting line that
curves around four times. Waiting for the line, look to my left
and I notice the logo, a red headed girl with two pony tails on
each side and freckles on her cheeks, and a colorful menu with
pictures of food that helps me decide what I want to order. More
and more steps closer till its my turn. "Next" is my cue. I say
my order, hand a couple bucks and watch the young lady press
buttons all over the machine. I hear the sound of coins that
falls right infront of me. I look below the cash register and my
change is ready to be picked up and a hand before me with cash
and a receipt. Wait for a minute or two and I receive a plastic
black tray with food and a drink. I sit down, grab and open the
wrapped food, take a few bites, sip a few sips, feel my tummy,
know that I'm full. Stand up, pick up the tray and my stuff,
head over to the garbage can, tilt the tray, watch the food fall
into the rest of the garbage, stack the tray on the top, and be on
my way. I feel satified and a little guilty.
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