She closed her car door, and was immediately plunged into silence. There the thought resurfaced about the payphone. She looked around, nothing.
There was the machine for air.
"All tires for 1 quarter." The sign read.
She wondered if it was true.
She left there, guided back to the road left was back to that god awful motel, and right led home.
She took the right, and then immediately pulled into the next doors parking lot, a
McDonalds
that looked older than her. Here she crunched her
Gardetto's
and drank the
gatorade
and people just passed by. Too focused on their own lives to care.
She used to see people at the cafe do this too, just pull in the parking lot and wait. When she just started she always thought they were up to know good. Maybe it was her mom's ideas in her head. "Drug dealers in the city I tell you." But later she thought maybe they just needed to rest. Her cafe was made to be relaxing so why not let people relax there. Maybe they would eventually come in, maybe they would just leave.
She turned around to look at the McDonald's there was nothing inviting about it. Like a train station it was made to get you in and get you out.
Chip's looked like someplace you could stay for awhile.
