A black Nissan pulls into the McDonalds parking lot. He cuts his turn a little too close, and rides up on the curb, crushing some wet grass. Macs doesn’t have any ice, so he skips his drive-thru order and goes next door to Panera Bread for an iced tea.
A seventeen year old in his father’s van cuts off a Ford pickup when he turns into the drive, and the Ford slams on his brakes and curses the kid under his breath. He hasn’t had his coffee, and he has a headache.
The lot is beginning to get very full. There are only a few scattered parking spots left, and some cars pull in only to realize how busy it is, and immediately pull out again.
A yellow taxi pulls into the lot and an old woman with a cane gets out. She will sit with a breakfast sandwich in a booth for more than an hour.
The drive-thru line is so long that it blocks in a woman in a large white SUV who is ready to leave. Three cars move past before a rusted red Chevy lets her out.
It starts to drizzle and the two people waiting at the bus stop pull their jackets a little tighter. One of them has a backpack that is not completely zipped shut, and the papers inside are beginning to get wet.
Speeding into the lot, a grey Accord tries to cut into the drive-thru line. One lady is willing to let him in, but the woman behind her honks her horn. She is already late for work, because her children wouldn’t get out of bed on time this morning.
Two laughing girls are listening to Bad Bunny as they pass the end of the line and have to back up, causing a black VW with one headlight out to wait for them. They don’t notice.
Three minutes have passed. Four orders have been taken, and two have been completed. The rain stops, and the sun breaks through the clouds. The week has begun.