Queen Anne - 1974. The scene at midnight is only a little less crowded than at nine, with four windows taking orders for their very limited selection that hasn't changed in decades. There are no picnic tables or places to sit, except the car you drive up in.
Pedestrians just stand and eat.
Gay has purchased not one but two bags of the hot salty greasy fries that are made with their skins on. I'm marvelling at the fact that we are in our mid-forties and she is in excellent shape even with such indulgences. There's Bill Gates. I look up and there he is, standing in line, nose buried in what looks like a tech manual, trying desperately to blend in with the long, slow-moving line. He has parked his shiny black Lexus under the revolving Dick's sign for a fast getaway.