After making the rounds last Saturday night, my friend Jon and I found ourselves unexpectedly hungry at 2 am. Because Sunday's my major grocery shopping day, our only solution was to go to the near-by "American City Diner," which has all the neon signs, jute boxes, giant shakes and general kitsch one would hope for in a diner of that name. When we first got there, all the other patrons were cool high school kids with generous curfews but by the time we left the patrons were older, and the large groups had been replaced with couples.
The couple behind us didn't seem to know each other that well. She wore a floor length, crinkly brown dress under a jacket with a parka with a fake fur collar, and he wore a blue blazer that I think was supposed to be ironic in some way. He was black and her family was originally from Mexico. She was either a little bit drunk or very energetic. They sat on opposite sides of the table, and she passionately gesticulated over their shakes as she explained her objections to CAFTA. He kept calling it Kafka and she kept correcting him. Kafka, she explained, was the guy who wrote about the man who turned into a bug.
At one point, she raised her voice and informed him that he should stop trying to paint some radical, and her positions were quite mainstream. They talked about the primary, and Jon speculated that they both liked Obama but one of them was pretending to like Clinton so they could just keep arguing. We made up a lot of things about them and I think we were mostly correct.
When we left, they were sitting on the same side of the booth, and he had his arm around her, and she was drinking from his milkshake.
Have I mentioned just how much I like this city?
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OMG they were cute. They looked smitten.
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