71 - Tried to order some food.
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Cliff got his truck fixed already, and so we drove
a bunch of  hours down to Stanton  for buying some
tools. Took the Malahi  Bypass rather than Highway
2  to  save  some  time,  although  that's  pretty
risky.  That  area's   full  of  AV/reckoner  cult
colonies, so you sure don't want to be stopping or
breaking  down or  rolling  windows  or even  just
slowing down. If you  like staying alive, that is.
Pretty sure  I saw one of  their doom-wagons ahead
on  the  road at  one  point,  but it  pulled  off
somewhere before  they spotted  us.  We  got lucky
there.

Anyways, we get to Stanton, pick up the test kits,
and  think to  get  a burger  or something  before
heading   back.  Since   covid,   about  all   the
restaurants in  these parts  are run by  the Olds,
mostly elfs.  Which is fine, although  they mostly
all have  a policy  of Olds eat  inside, homo-saps
eat outside. Covid rules, I  get it, except by now
it's   starting  to   feel  like   some  kind   of
first/second class segregated service thing. We're
sitting out  in the  rain on  milk crates  at some
wobbly  old  card table  when  the  elf takes  our
order.  An hour  goes by,  we're soaking  wet, and
still waiting for our food. We look in the window,
and we  can see the  kitchen staff are out  by the
fireplace,  hanging  with  their  guests,  raising
glasses, playing  uno, and  whatever. And  at this
point, we're just like, to  hell with this, and we
get up and leave. I don't think they ever meant to
bring us food.