A break for lunch

When i go to Milan, not to school, i always stop to eat in a fast food. I’d like to go to eat a panzerotto (a small folded pizza, more or less) at Luini’s, but there’s always a very long line. I should become smarter and not go during the rush hour. The strange thing is that i live right next to a Mc Donald’s, but i never go there to eat. It’s a feeling too binded to Milan, to mix it to the country life. I remember when i used to go years ago with my mother at Burgy’s (italian chain) in the Gallery, or at Wendy’s. At that time Mc Donald didn’t exist over here in Italy. I knew about it, cause i would go there when i was in the States, visiting my grandparents. It took a long time for me to get used to the idea it wouldn’t my exclusive anymore. When i went to London few years ago i reached the highest level of madness: i had the map of the city with all the Mc Donalds signed on, so i would choose the place to visit if it had a fast food close enough. I’m afraid i can’t be considered a no global. Now it’s still an adventure every time i happen to go to Milan: it takes two hours with the pubblic transportation. It takes six hours to get to New York. There isn’t such a big difference after all. Only 1/3 of the time, a stupidity. If only i had the airplane parked in my backyard. I usually go to fast foods ‘cause there’s always something interesting to observe. It’s never a boring meal, and i’m never alone, at the end. This time it all began with the guy in front of me in line. I never look at the people around me, i usually stare at the menu, as if i needed to decide: i always get the same thing, Big Mac, menu one medium. The menu is written so small anyway, it’s impossible to read: probably it’s done on purpose, to dissuade from the single product, and convince you to buy the menus or the weekly offer. You don’t have to bother to know how much you are going to spend, all you need to see is the picture of warm buns, or chemical coluorfull icecreams. This time the line was longer than usual, so i started watching around. I turn down my head and saw it. The shoe. It hasn’t been the first time i’ve seen a similar model, but for sure it was a rare occasion to have the possibility to take a picture of it. One thing is to see it in a window of a shop, another thing is to see a japanese wear it in the Mc Donald in Gallery in the center of Milan. Not that it’s hard to find japanese in Milan... there’s not much more to say about the shoe, but it did hit me. And i liked to see the face of mt boyfriend while i was trying to take a picture of it whitout being noticed. That day something strange happened while i was judging the abitlity of the chef. A glass door broke into milion pieces. No apparent reason, it was just tired to be there, and to serve the oddest, the shabbiest, the most awkward, the stiffest, the most bewildered people... actually in the center of Milan you can find anything, beside normal people. Right there in the Gallery, yhat same day, there was this guy twisting his ears, convinced that this would make his tong vibrate against his lips, producing a disappointing sound. Well it depends from the point of view: someone could find it amazing to hear “rasberries” behind their shoulders, but someone else could get scared and walk away as fast as possible (as i did). Later on i found out that this guy is always there, keeping company to the people working in the Gallery. Poor consolation: there’s always someone more crazy to make us feel normal.