The shop looks
different –it’s fuller. There are more employees than before. It feels strange
to be here,
yet comforting. A pretty brunette behind the cash register, with
her apron tied both around her neck and around her waist, stares down at my
coupons with suspicion. It’s obvious she has never seen them before, but
apparently she doesn’t care enough about 48¢ to call over the manager. I feel
her eyes on me next, expecting a comment.
“The menus have changed.”
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