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Fast food. Three Couples. Two teenage girls. Gossiping and giggling. Fat girl is facing me, has pretty face, keeps glancing in my direction. After her food, she takes diet Irn Bru bottle from a pocket. Followed by a Time Out chocolate bar, and a packet of McCoy’s Thai Chicken crisps. Her friend goes for a packet of spicy Nik Naks. The couple in their early 50’s sit at table next to me. She tries to work out what she did with the napkins. He insists they don’t have any, she insists she did bring them. I offer one of mine, which she takes. I suggest perhaps he put the tray on top of them. They check, he didn’t, but she finds them on the floor by her feet. Never get married, he advises me. Next to the two girls, across from me, a couple who are least into their 60’s, reminding of someone’s grandparents. She wears a thick purple jacket, has thick white hair to go, styled to give it full body. He brings the tray of food. She dunks her tea bag in her cup, with one hand, heavy with gold rings. While telling him to get his bunnet off. He takes it off, a flat cap, then his over coat follows, lain out on seat beside him. He is dressed in an old man suit, a shade grey/brown, with brown shows. On his head a crown of white hair, bald pate revealed by the removed cap. His hands grey, with blue lines showing up clear. Aye, take yer bunnet off, says the 50-something guy. The old bloke doesn’t hear him, so he turns back to his wife, just like ma dad, ma mum was always telling him - yer inside, get your bunnet off.

Labels: bunnet, fast food, giggling girls, old couple