The well dressed man sat across from me in the crowded LA airport waiting area. The drone of humanity moving from one terminal to another was contrasted with the loud announcements of airline departures, boarding and lost people meeting other lost people in designated places. I love airports. Such a variety of cultures and nations. He was dressed in the typical Dallas style-leather jacket, cowboy boots. Such a symbol of Americana.
It was breakfast time, as he opened his McDonalds sack. Another symbol of America. Golden arches. He unwrapped his Egg McMuffin, opened his orange juice, and slowly without anyone noticing empty a bit of spirit into his juice. I smiled. Happy Meal.
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