Thursday, February 09, 2006 -- 5:14 PM

Today after school I went to McDonald's for a late lunch. It wasn't only that I was hungry but also that it was much nicer to wait for a bus indoors. It was snowing lightly, which felt nice because the cold was not as sharp. It's some sort of a natural law that I don't understand: always when it is a harsh enough cold the snow doesn't fall.

There is no McDonald's on campus; I took a bus to the highway where I could catch the final bus that would take me the rest of the way home. While I walked towards the warmth of the building, I tried to remember the last time I was at a McDonald's, but I couldn't. I guessed about four months. It felt like something to do if you felt nostalgic one day and I wasn't nostalgic at all, only a little hungry. I wondered to myself who still went to McDonald's.

This McDonalds isn't on campus, but close enough to be a college restaurant, and there were college kids there. Two of them were leaving as I entered, and the other two were sitting down. One of them talked very loudly, and the other one just listened. I ordered and sat in the back near a window and watched the snow and the parking lot. Two tables over was a middle-aged man drinking coffee. He looked like he was waiting for someone, and didn't want to be there. There was also a young mother with a stroller. She didn't look like she wanted to be there either.

I began reviwing some notes that my friend had given me for a class that I had missed. A phone rang and the loud kid answered. He talked loudly about his morning and then about where he was and then he gave loud directions to somewhere.

I left a little later and got on the bus and went home though the snow. I guess it'll be awhile before I go back to McDonald's.