September 8, 2016:
Blue Blazer Man digs through his bag. Pulling out cords, cables, ibuprofen bottles, seeming more and more frustrated, glasses cases, antacid tabs, until at last he retrieves a granola bar and sighs with relief. There's a pill he's required to take with food, and this is the food there is.
Blonde teen chewing gum, bored, perturbed by the people, too much eyeliner, like she gives a fuck what some old perv thinks. Flashes by in a blink and we're probably both relieved.
I'm pleased to read that my shrink-wrapped cookie was made in the USA. There'd be something genuinely wrong about importing shrink-wrapped cookies from foreign sources. Something just not right.