Nasty, just Nasty!


I’m hungry,”El Paso 306 miles”, a comfy bed is six hours awaits me in this border town.  This is the desert.   Oh look, another tumbleweed.  I don’t want to stop, I just wanna go to bed.   My food options off the Interstate, was  fried, fried and fried.  I chose a familiar chain, the girl on the speaker was a bit huffy.    Ahead of me is a light blue Ford F-150, the occupants are having a very animated conversation.

Money was exchanged, drinks and bags were passed.  The brake lights went off and then abruptly came on,  more animation.  A problem with the fries, the man was handing them back and was waived off by a large girl with a black Mohawk.  The F-150 pulled away.  I rolled my window down, the winds of Montezuma rushed through the window of the drive through into my car, caused my head to recoil.  The stinky air from the restaurant is now contaminating my car.  I turn off the AC and roll down all the windows.

The girl with the Mohawk, said 7.41.  I handed her 10.    The girl was dirty.!  She wasn’t in uniform, she was wearing  blue striped overalls, and a shirt that someone from a auto repair shop might wear.    There were a collection of stain on the overalls. When she reached for the money. I could see her mails, they were filthy .  What the fuck?  Who would buy anything here?  Oh I would!  I just gave her money, when I should have just kept driving from the moment she opened that filthy ass window.

In my mind, I said to myself, the big girl wont be handling the food.   Then another girl appeared,  they were sharing a laugh.  The other girl sneezed and wiped her nose on her sleeve and then wiped her nose again on the front of her hand.   OMG Fucking Gross!

My drink, ,followed by the food through the window.  Oh my gawd, the air coming through the window smells soooo bad!!! .    The two girls are disgusting AND I’m starving!   I’m slowly driving through the parking lot, saying to myself, well the heat will kill the germs. (My mother used to say that)      But I cant do it.  For a brief moment, I considered taking it back, but what I am I going to say.  Y’all nasty!  I want my money back!     I didn’t  want to risk reaching into my bag and pulling out a fry, so I dumped every thing in a nearby bin.

Back on the Interstate, windows down.  Still  Starving, another drive through.  Nope, not gonna do it.   I park my car.  I step into the restaurant. and wait for the smell.  So far so good.  A few people are ahead of me..   I peer into the kitchen, every one is clean,  floor is clean, counters clean.  A young kid takes my order,  nails clean, uniform stain free.

Can I have bacon on my burger?

CityFella

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Moved to the Big Tomata in the nineties from San Francisco. No Suburbs for me with its single colored houses and lawns and the excitement of pulling out my trash can once a week. I'm a CityFella , a part time New Yorker. I'm happiest in the Center City where people the streets and people are alive. I'm still waiting to buy a 34th floor condo somewhere downtown/Midtown with a nightclub. "Hurry I'm old" My politics are somewhere in the middle with a needle that constantly moves. I'm too liberal to be a Republican and too conservative to be a Democrat. Everything interests me . I've come to love Sacratomato, Its a nice town in cheap sensible shoes .

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