Glad I’m not working

Date: 4/28/2020

I approach a garage and find others waiting to go on a night out. JP is there looking very young. He removes a striped shirt but keeps his apron on; and now he is M and working the restaurant Sr. I think how I’d like to be in that role—an old misplaced and gladly discarded desire. There are burgers lined up all around implying too many checks at once.