We left the subdivision and Bull Moose Drive. Back on Shrock and then at the cross roads of the corner store/ gas station again.
“where now?” Chris asked.
It was close to six. Maybe we could finally get breakfast. “Back to McDonald’s, I guess.”
Through the rain on the roads that were becoming familiar to us both now. We got to the parking lot and parked right by the door. I was so tired I couldn’t decide which would be better, getting out of the car or not moving.
There was a man cleaning the parking lot. I remembered doing that when I worked there. I felt bad for the guy though, because it was raining. At least it was a good sign that a worker was there. It wasn’t quite six yet. I got out of the car to ask him when the place opened.
He was older than I realized. “When are you open?” I asked.
He kept his head down and focussed on sweeping. “They open when someone unlocks the doors,” he muttered.
Old men who work at McDonald’s seem universally crabby. I got back in the car.
Chris: “What did he say?”
“Not very helpful. But look, there are more poeple waiting.”
Some trucker type men in baseball hats were piling up by the door. “Good,” I said to Chris. “When they go in, we’ll know that the doors are open.”
I admired the men standing in their T-shirts in the rain. They were unconcerned about the cold and wet. I remembered being that way too. Even now, I am significantly more willing to be rained on than almost anyone in L.A. But not this morning.
Our car clock showed 6:03. Then 6:10. Maybe our clock was fast?
But the shirtsleeves were getting restless. They pounded on the door. Clock showed 6:15. Finally a girl came out, with the drive-thru headset on. She spoke to the men.
I got out and asked her, “What’s going on?”
She spoke in an unapologetic monotone: “The computer is down. We can’t sell you any food.”
“When will you be open?”
“The computer is down. I don’t know when it will be working again.”
Back in the car, I told Chris the computer was down. “She didn’t even apologize. I think when I was working here, they would have apologized, and maybe put a sign in the window.”
“Well, where can we eat?” he wanted to know.
“ummm..” Now that a warm place with table and chairs wasn’t available, I guess we’d have to make do. “We could to the grocery store and get a donut.”
“A grocery store? At 6 on sunday morning? They won’t be open.”
“Well, when I lived here, Carr’s was open 24 hours. Let’s go see. It’s right here.”