1:05pm: i’m at the end of the line
1:06pm: no longer at the end of the line
1:08pm: i look at the baos i got at baohaus and decide how to ration them
1:09pm: with 3 baos and assuming a 90 minute wait, i calculate 3 baos per 30 minutes to sustain me through this journey
1:12pm: i eat all my baos
1:18pm: i hope i put enough money in the parking meter
1:26pm: i reach the 45 minutes to an hour from this point sign
1:31pm: if two vegans are having an argument, is it still considered a “beef”?
1:45pm: at this point i fear i may not have the strength to make it to the end and contemplate drinking my own urine to survive.
1:57pm: i meet a new friend in line and get a second wind
2:01pm: i can smell the frying poultry
2:14pm: order placed
2:18pm: if i ordered and i’m waiting for my food doesn’t that make me the waiter?
2:33pm: the breast enters my mouth