On Wednesday April 20th, you saw an amazing thing. People hanging out at McD's. You were there for a similar but different mission - munchies. Them however - not the case at all.
First you see at your 3 o'clock (but more like 2:30 because you like to sit on your seat facing out, ready at a moment's notice to bail - there's the non-committal you bearing your skeleton) four Persian guys with years ranging from 20s to 40s. They could've been students, could've been just getting off from work, could've been neither, could've been both. Ne'ertheless, they were smiling, laughing and having a grand ol' time.
Then at 1 o'clock you see the maths tutor and his high school aged pupil. Sitting on the same side of the booth. Just rapping maths quixotic. Kid blows his nose and drops the snotrag atop the table, less than a foot away. You think "gross." [You're a germophobe, but a dirty one. And you love that irony about yourself.]
At One-thirty, the gold starts to rear its head. Four CSUN freshmen sitting across from each other in one booth, and three kids in the adjacent one. They all know each other, but loosely. Maybe live on the same dorm floor? Chick with dyed red hair falling for dude with 'fro who's surfin the net on his laptop whilst conversating. They're sitting directly under the sign: Free Wireless Internet. On the inside of that booth is an apparent metal diehard with long straight hair like Jay (of Silent Bob fame), and he's listening in to the table of 4 next to them - not really participating though, just looking in.
Now you hone in on the table of four: 3 asians and a white. 1 girl and 3 boys. All still in getting-to-know-each-other mode. The white boy with glasses and a beard (pretty full one for a fresher btw) says he's never played that Nintendo DS game so he wants to give it a try. Communication 101: try something new, play along, make nice. Good work kid. Now the girl starts playfully flirting with the boy right right next to her who was just robbed of his Nintendo distraction as they both chow down on their ice cream cones. Game on kid.
Platinum occurs at the table just beyond them, roughly 1:45ish. Earlier when ordering, you saw this babbling foursome doing math outloud over and over again whilst holding crumbled 1 dollar bills and sweaty change. They had coupons. And zits. 9th 10th grade you're guessing. You hear mentions of moms, PE teachers, homeroom and the like. They're bones have grown faster than the rest of them. They're still workin it out, in many a way. They want the deal that will yield them 8 double cheeseburgers. But they soon find out they'll have to split up the order then in order to use both coupons. They oblige, then have to scrounge up an extra dollar they didn't previously take into account. "You owe me later then Bobby." Bobby's cool with that. Bobby also insists that his 2 of the 8 cheezboorgars are plain. Really? 'Oh man he's gotta get over that shit,' you think to yourself. You were that guy. And you don't exactly love that when looking back.
Now they've arrived at the table at roughly 1:45ish. Trying to balance 5 cheeseburgers on top of each other en route, 3 of them fall to the ground. Salvaged though, the Golden Arches knows how to securely wrap a good cheezboorgar. They've already paired off within their own group. The two lankier ones sit quickly together on their side of the bench, whilst the two squarer one do the same (crunching their rucksacks on the inside of the booth).
Moral of the story: so people do hang out at McDonalds, just like in the commercials? You had no idea.
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