71 - Tried to order some food.
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Cliff got his truck fixed already, and so we drove
a bunch of hours down to Stanton for buying some
tools. Took the Malahi Bypass rather than Highway
2 to save some time, although that's pretty
risky. That area's full of AV/reckoner cult
colonies, so you sure don't want to be stopping or
breaking down or rolling windows or even just
slowing down. If you like staying alive, that is.
Pretty sure I saw one of their doom-wagons ahead
on the road at one point, but it pulled off
somewhere before they spotted us. We got lucky
there.
Anyways, we get to Stanton, pick up the test kits,
and think to get a burger or something before
heading back. Since covid, about all the
restaurants in these parts are run by the Olds,
mostly elfs. Which is fine, although they mostly
all have a policy of Olds eat inside, homo-saps
eat outside. Covid rules, I get it, except by now
it's starting to feel like some kind of
first/second class segregated service thing. We're
sitting out in the rain on milk crates at some
wobbly old card table when the elf takes our
order. An hour goes by, we're soaking wet, and
still waiting for our food. We look in the window,
and we can see the kitchen staff are out by the
fireplace, hanging with their guests, raising
glasses, playing uno, and whatever. And at this
point, we're just like, to hell with this, and we
get up and leave. I don't think they ever meant to
bring us food.
