After work the two sweaty men patted each other on the back. It would look like they would go out for a beer or something. But neither did. They had homes to return to. To clean. and wind down. Beer was something the old Max would've gone out to after work. The Max who had the vanity license plate.
"See you later, Dave."
"See you tomorrow, bud."
Max got into the black SUV with the national park parking pass on the windshield. He had planned on getting rid of the car as well. Trading in for something less flashy. But car prices had spiked and he couldn't find a good deal on a decent car. So he stuck with the luxury SUV he had bought back when this car had made him feel important. Now it didn't make him feel important. It acted more as a reminder of where he had come from.
Back at home he cooked himself a meal. Now he would cook himself dinner after work instead of eating at the diner for free. He enjoyed cooking. Not just for the customers but for himself too. Plus at home he could cook something other than American breakfast food. On this night it was simple. Spaghetti with red sauce.
"See you later, Dave."
"See you tomorrow, bud."
Max got into the black SUV with the national park parking pass on the windshield. He had planned on getting rid of the car as well. Trading in for something less flashy. But car prices had spiked and he couldn't find a good deal on a decent car. So he stuck with the luxury SUV he had bought back when this car had made him feel important. Now it didn't make him feel important. It acted more as a reminder of where he had come from.
Back at home he cooked himself a meal. Now he would cook himself dinner after work instead of eating at the diner for free. He enjoyed cooking. Not just for the customers but for himself too. Plus at home he could cook something other than American breakfast food. On this night it was simple. Spaghetti with red sauce.