When I came out of McDonald's, I looked to my right and saw this:
Now, driving across country does not allow for much exercise. I hadn't really exercised since leaving Los Angeles, so I grabbed my dog out of the car, and started running up the green "space" with her.
As I heaved and cursed myself for still smoking cigarettes, I looked to my right and saw a fairly contemporary office building.
This was a random exit off the highway (or is it interstate? Or freeway? after 4,000 miles I still can't tell you)
There was the McDonald's and pretty much nothing else.
I continued running, huffing and puffing, and then I came upon the main entrance to the office building:
As I got back into my car, I grabbed this pic of a YOUNG McDonald's employee on his break:
Yup, smoking. And you know the kid chows down on Mickey D's.
Even after all this,
as I made my way to DC thinking, damn it, but cigarettes are so cheap here, I really should pull over and buy some...
But no, I can't. I shouldn't.
But, they just taunt you:
I didn't stop.
Washington D.C. was waiting.