Today, my mother and I had lunch at a thoroughly ordinary suburban Chili's.
Let's take a glance around the place, shall we?
|Table next to us: freshly scrubbed young Chinese woman with her father, both looking like they stepped out of a propaganda poster, chatting animatedly in Chinese over chips and salsa.|
|On the other side of the partition: gaggle of typical Westbank girls loudly talking about how "disgusting" their boyfriends are, over 11 am margaritas.|
|Two tables over: a duo of beautiful muslim girls sharing a chicken sandwich.|
|Stolling in with his wife as we left, the 300 pound black man with elephantitis|