One of the side effects of getting to be a certain age in the midst of a pandemic is an increase in one's meals being of the carry out variety. Disposable cash and lack of cooking initiative form kind of a perfect duo to make driving to a restaurant only to pick up your order and take it home a decidedly-less-than-rare occurrence.
I had kind of a creepy experience the other day while waiting for our Chicken Fajitas and Pollo con Chorizo.
There I stood in the area usually used by patrons waiting to be seated and the hairs on the back of my neck started calling attention to themselves. I had a distinct feeling that I was being watched.
And then I saw it.
"Watched" doesn't cover it. "Stared At" is more like it.
Perhaps even "Ogled."
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