I see a man dressed in all black wearing a black baseball cap order two cheeseburgers at McDonald’s. He is ginger and bespectacled. For a while he stands waiting for his order looking at his phone, swiping the screen with his ring finger. Opening and closing screens, the cool and warm glows of WhatsApp and Instagram dance across his glasses. He glances up to check the order-ready screen at approximately 10 second intervals. He pockets his phone upon collecting his order, finds a stool by the window but eats standing. One additional packet of ketchup per patty. The first burger wrapper serves as a tablecloth while the second is crumpled up and then deposited into the brown take-out bag. I have never seen someone inhale two cheeseburgers with such rapid precision. When he finishes, he wipes his hands in one go and steps out onto Queens Road with equal precision. Quickly he looks around to see if anyone is watching. Our eyes lock. He smiles. No shame. He walks off like someone who wishes others to know he has somewhere important to be. A good recovery tactic from such an act. I order a large fries and a diet coke only to find there is nowhere to sit when I collect my order. I have no recovery tactic. I could probably inhale fries but the diet coke is my cross to bear for now.
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