cross-posted from: lemmy.ml/post/30569487
After a 20 minute walk to a food place, motivated by hunger and excitement and a personal self-satisfaction in choosing exercise over ordering food, you think about the nice grub you’re going to get.
You think about how nice it is that even though every other place closes inexplicably at 5pm on a workday making it impossible for working people to go to due to socioeconomic factors beyond your understanding, you think how nice it is that you actually found one place that is open, even after 6pm.
You’re not without doubts, but on approach across the empty partially unlit parking lot, you see it. The lights are on, the sign is on, and you think you can make out some activity inside.
You feel a sigh of relief as you approach. “The time on Google maps must’ve been correct”, your think. The lights inside are on, and there’s employees walking about, making food, you gently push, the door, feeling the worn metal on the door push plate replacing the handle, and the door swings open.
You barely hear the electronic bell meant to alert the crew inside to your presence, your lungs fill with the smell of freshly made Burrito Tortillas toasted just right and refried beans and Beef and Guacamole.
Then, but in a flash:
— “uuuuh, we’re closed!” You jerk a bit and withhold any mean words, you’re better than that, you’re trying to be better than that. But you can’t leave, your channel your energy towards inquisition. The art of the mind. Science. You seek resolution. — “how comes you’re listed as open on Google maps?” You mumble out coming off somewhat frustrated, not at all the inquisitive philosopher you pictured yourself to be. You collect yourself.
- “You’re still making stuff, and you’re closed?” Puzzled, the person responds: — “oh it’s UberEats only”.
The words seared into your brain forever. The fall of Rome. The end of an era. Destruction of institutions. End of communism. The rapture.
Peppycito@sh.itjust.works 4 days ago
Here’s my sign.
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