i'm at this cafe place in santa fe....where i live....god i don't know if i'll get used to saying that. i feel like a visitor, and sort of like it that way.
anyway i'm in this cafe...i have in front me a plate of french fries and they came w/ some sort cilantro runny hippy sauce in a little cup. no no...i want ketchup. the condiment of my people. so i saunter up to the counter all friendly like, say " do you have any good ol' fashioned ketchup?"
he smiles says "yes we do...."
"...it'll be 75 cents for ketchup."
in all seriousness he says this.
i stare at him.
i look over my shoulder at my fries...lonely lonely fries...
and i cough up 75 cents.
he disappears into the back for what seemed like forever and returns w/ a tiny little cup w/ about a tablespoon of ketchup.
i felt taken....i felt a little dizzy....confused...head whirling w/ countless memories of diner after diner after working class fucking diner where the GODDAMN KETCHUP BOTTLE sat on the table w/ the salt, pepper, sugar packets and napkin dispenser.
what planet am i on people?