Strange Gasses of Inner Suburbia
I will be sad when I finally come to my senses and pack my lunch to save money, because then I will not have the pleasure of sharing lunch with a roomful of odd people and their quirky habits.
I sat down at Wendy’s today with the intention of quietly consuming my fries and chicken strips, and maybe making a few notes on some future web projects. A lady with a pierced eyebrow was chowing down on some double-cheeseburger a few tables away. I noticed this because while I was looking out the window admiring the sunny day, I saw her staring at me in the periphery.