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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Big city fella, Born and Raised in the San Francisco Bay Area. Lived in New York (a part time New Yorker) for three years . I have lived in the Sacramento area since 1993. When I first moved here, I hated it. Initially found the city too conservative for my tastes. A great place to raise children however too few options for adults . The city has grown up, there is much to do here. The city suffers from low self esteem in my opinion, locals have few positive words to say about their hometown. visitors and transplants are amazed at what they find here. From, the grand old homes in Alkali Flats, and the huge trees in midtown, there are many surprises in Sacramento. Theater is alive is this area . And finally ,there is a nightlife... In.downtown midtown, for the young and not so young. My Criticism is with local government. There is a shortage of visionaries in city hall. Sacramento has long relied on the state, feds and real estate for revenue. Like many cities in America,Downtown Sacramento was the hub of activity in the area. as the population moved to the suburbs and retail followed. The city has spent millions to revive downtown. Today less than ten thousand people live downtown. No one at city hall could connect the dots. Population-Retail. Business says Sacramento is challenging and many corporations have chosen to set up operations outside the cities limits. There is vision in the burbs. Sacramento has bones, there are many good pieces here, leaders seem unable or unwilling to put those pieces together into. Rant aside, I love it here. From the trees to the rivers. But its the people here that move me. Sacramento is one of the most integrated cities in America. I find I'm welcome everywhere. The spices work in this city of nearly 500,000 and for the most part these spices blend well together. From Ukrainians to Hispanics and a sizable gay community, all the spices seem to work well here. I frequently travel and occasionally I will venture into a city with huge racial borders, where its unsafe to visit after certain hours. I haven't found it here. I cant imagine living in a community where there is one hue or one spice. I love the big trees, Temple Coffee House, the Alhambra Safeway, Zelda's Pizza, Bicyclist in Midtown, The Mother Lode Saloon, Crest Theater, and the Rivers. I could go on and I might. Sacramento is home.

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