My boyfriend tried to call while I was on the beach cutting off my bushy beard. I found a remote spot and took my time using full size scissors. The hairs blew away hoping to become part of a nest some day. When I got back to the car I saw many texts and a missed call from him. He wanted to treat ourselves to a greasy fast food meal. He wanted chick fillet.*
Today of all days I thought. I hesitated. “Uhhh their owners are really awful, really Trumpy.”
“Oh.”
I honestly think he didn't know. He suggested others. I thought as I've thought many times, there is no ethical consumption under capitalism. “It's alright, baby. Nearly everything is owned by horrible people. We could drive ourselves crazy thinking about it. I used to. Why should we suffer because they're awful people?” I think straight allies should all have to boycott chick fillet so gays who want it can go.
Now here's where the story gets weird. Before we turn out of the apartment complex I ask which way and he doesn't know. We look on the map and there are two about equidistant. I choose the one that I think is in the less crowded area. As we get closer to the destination we grow confused.
“Oh my god, it's inside a mall!”
So I went in a mall for the first time in years. It was weird. We got our food quickly. I just know the other location would've had a spirally long line of cars. The fries were B- quality.
Now the story gets super cute. Later in the day, after working we went to the pool. As he was drying off my bf had a fun idea that would require us to act fast if we were gonna make it in time. We went back to the food court for churros from a place we saw two stalls down! They were yummy, inexpensive, and we ate them from a crackly paper bag while we walked the mall. True love! Churros aren't sold many places here and had been on his mind for days for some reason. When I saw a whole storefront in the food court dedicated to them I was shocked. I'm pretty sure the place is named Churros World Go. Can this be real life?
In case you're wondering we had classic churros with no dipping sauce needed, not chocolate, not Nutella. This place has an insane number of ways to get churros, as you'd expect from a U.S. chain making churros its thing. Grateful to be dating someone who didn't want a hat on a hat. No sweet sauces needed on our cinnamon sugar churros — despite my Spanish textbook having been named Churros y Chocolate.
*I may give them money but I sure af won't fight my iPhone to misspell their name correctly.
By Rob Middleton who can be reached @[email protected] on Mastodon