Time was ticking .... We needed some cash for small, daily transactions. We were running from bank to bank, trying to find one that would cash American Express cheques. When suddenly there was a major distraction,

A little street-side cart, with a small light dangling overhead and a whole glass cabinet full of fried potatoes. Thin, crisp, golden potatoes. We scrounge together a few coins, for this brief moment not worrying about tomorrow, or money for a cab home.. The crisps are simply scooped up in a simple paper cone... still warm, glistening in the afternoon sun with little diamonds of salt reflecting in the light.

..... now, back to finding a bank.
3 comments:
chips served in a paper cone always tastes better :-)
I like your priorities! They're like mine. :D
Simon - they most certainly did! and just so damn convenient ...
Su-Lin - the power of the stomach is fierce. Indeed priorities shift when food is involved;)
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