Observations from a chip stand.

 Yesterday on my way home from visiting mom, I stopped at a local chip stand, or as some say french fry stand. This place has been there since I can remember, it's not a chip wagon, it's an actual building but you eat outside. When we were kids it was a huge treat to go there. As owners changed there was less effort put into the taste of the food,  it was just a business to them, eventually I stopped going and spent years just driving by. That changed four years ago when a woman who is a foodie took over. I'm not a fan of fries but I like hers, everything she makes has an added touch. The place is as popular now as back in "the day", she had to extend her hours and stays open until October, unlike the previous owners who closed on the long weekend in September. I'm glad her extra efforts paid off.

 I didn't feel like cooking (or doing dishes) when I got home so I decided to stop there. I try not to eat unhealthy food but I figured this was my Sunday treat. Sitting in the eating area allowed me to "people watch", this is one of my favorite past times. The first person I noticed was a woman who pulled in, she was trying to figure out the best way to park, the parking lot is not clearly defined but most people try to be efficient with the space they take up. Just as it seemed she had a perfect spot and was about to shut the engine off, she would put it in drive again and shift her car around. Finally after, literally about four or five minutes she timidly got out and went to place her order. I take note because I think all these little behaviors, tells me something about their personality.

 Next was a nice looking couple with young girls, while waiting for their food the girls giggling climbed onto rocking horses designed for much, much younger children. They were laughing as they really put stress on the toys. The parents just looked at them, you could tell the father wanted to say something but he didn't. The children trained him and the mother to stay quiet, never to challenge them, that's what I feel. It would have taken my dad one angry glance and I would be off.

 As I was eating, a young family sat down at the table beside me. In my head I was thinking, "wow kids your daddy is hot"! Actually the family was gorgeous, both the husband and wife were very photogenic, the little girls were cute. I couldn't help it, I totally checked out the guy. He had major cute daddy butt, his shorts and polo shirt fit very very nicely, handsome face as well, just an all around dilf! They were quiet people that spoke politely to each other, which is nice. There is nothing more annoying than a loud family with bratty kids climbing on everything, when you're trying to eat. Usually they keep looking around to see if they have an audience, no thanks I don't want to be part of your low-class show!

 A very nicely dressed woman in a beautiful suv pulled in. She asked if they took debit, they said unfortunately no, keep in mind this is out in the countryside so it's not always easy for a business to get access to that technology. I found it interesting as she was trying to find money in her car, enough to buy at least a large fry. She probably never had to worry about money, she probably hasn't used actual money in years, until one day when she doesn't have internet access, suddenly she can see what it feels like to not have enough for what she wants. She sheepishly placed her order, as if embarrassed by not having money.

 I love when people don't act the way you expect. Another young couple with a little boy and girl, were eating in front of me. The kids were adorable, sweet little munchkins that reminded me of two little kittens. They were dressed to suit their looks, which was surprising because the parents were biker gang looking. Kind of scary looking, scruffy beard, tattoos, piercings, "punch you in the face demeanor" and the husband had the same look about him. They were very loving and attentive towards their children, which shouldn't have surprised me but I battle my own stereotypes. When they finished they decided to get ice cream for dessert. The kids asked for chocolate and I listened as the parents ordered for themselves. I was expecting something like whisky flavored ice cream or at least maple walnut. The mother asked for bubble gum flavoured ice cream and the father asked for cotton candy flavoured ice cream. I am not kidding when I say his dessert looked like a gay pride day, ice cream cone! Her cone was a bright neon blue, the happy colours really clashed with their anarchy attire. I thought that was the high point of my people watching adventure.

 My last observation was that I must listen to my body, a little voice kept saying, "Steven, it's almost six, it's too late for you to eat greasy fast food and drink a pop, just go home, you're not twenty five anymore". Didn't listen but should have.. burp.