No walk away feat in buying a ticket to Macdonaldtown. Shrinking tall man behind the window refusing to adjust his screen after previously selling one to the city. Either and all the same is his reassurance, and nothing with not wanting to hit more than one button in two transactions.
Weeks into the remote control of the new charge and one week before their jet set, an open door refreshes the mind of faces and outlines. Catching the killing as it were and with the starving rumble in the stomach, a lunch time raid of King Street, Newtown.
Thick with Thai restaurants along the main, the lunch hour is heavy and empty tables are a little walk all the way up the other end. Northbound, or at least far from the Enmore crossroad and into Thai La-Ong Take Away.
Only six dollars across, a random hit off the menu plates up sweet and sour stir fry under the heading of Pad Preow Wan. Slashes of pork about the large serving with an inverted bowl of rice on half doesn't last long. Crave at the taste immense and the ease at eating with the left hand is remarkably inconspicuous from behind a fork.
Doors on one side make the passers-by fiddle with the knob as the people inside gesture toward the other. On leaving, the floor stands with the "slippery when wet" sign posting fresh on the tile floor. Treads on the boots squelching a mute squeak.
One chair remains untaken after paying the cheap bill. Beating the rush by minutes adds to the oddity of lunch.
Soon Van - Monday, August 28, 2006 - 18:58
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