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Re: Burger Hell

Andrew: Wimpy Bars! I am reeling from the Proustian flashbacks your post


You forgot some of the details, though: The greasy, dirty tables with

ketchup spills apparently baked on to the surface; the drifts of cigarette

butts where floor meets wall; the surly, spotty, gum-snapping teenage girl

who flings the wimpyburger at you then, when you attempt to pay, says “I

ain’t got no change,” in tones that suggest it is your fault; the crazy

street person at the next table, muttering to himself about the evils of the

Common Market; the adulterous couple sitting as far from the street window

as they can get, interrupting their whispering to steal furtive glances


Ah, good times!


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