For a good bit of this winter our Sunday morning has started at a McDonalds near the North end of the Florida Turnpike (aka Florida's Main Street). I find a seat, and Sherry picks up our customary one biscuit, two jellies and two coffees.
I have time to observe the folks coming and going. Today it is raining. Most sites are entertaining. A young couple obviously in love (or heat), sat at a center table and as they ate he had his hand and fingers in and out of all the holes in her jeans, playing with her legs. (idea: get some ragged jeans for Sherry!)
McDonalds is a public rest room also. Many folk come in & head straight for the toilets. Today a cute young lady came in wearing white short shorts and black furry boots. Took her young son to the toilet and then left. I have done that a few time but mostly I feel obligated to buy something, and I NEVER have on white shorts and fur boots.
I got a big internal smile when a young man came in in bright blue shorts, bright orange shirt, blue hat on sideways and a big plastic orange watch.
One daddy came in got his order to go, ran out the door in the rain. Seconds later he is running back, he forgot the napkins and straws, (obviously, mama sent him back, if it had been just boys, they’d wiped their hands on their jeans and drank from the cup!).
As I said earlier most of the observations are fun and entertaining, BUT there can be exceptions. One old man, as old as I, got up from the table, took his coffee and walked out the door, leaving his elderly wife. She slowly got up, really bent over and started hobbling for the door, carrying her coffee. Then I see the old man coming back, I figure maybe bringing an umbrella, I had judged him wrong.
He walked in, met her about ten feet from the door, where she had stopped to lean on a table. He took her coffee, turned around and left, he went back to the car. There he sat, waiting until she made her way slowly across the parking lot in the rain.
I sat there like an idiot, I thought (too late) about getting the umbrella and helping her. She was soaked by the time she got to the car. That action ruined my people watching. What a crap head!
Thanks for coming by the log,
PS: (that old man reminded me of an old saying I have heard)
Everyone has an enemy. It's why God gave us baseball bats. Well, He gave us trees, but we knew what He meant.
You gotta admit this 1956 Austin Healey looks like a fun car.