Window Poem

Through the drive-thru window I see a group of teenagers collecting money to pay for their meals.  To my left is the next window at which they will receive their food.  Right behind the people at my window is a lady with her money already hanging out of her car. Today is different, people are being patient with each other and not complaining as much. Maybe it's the weather. It's sunny and 75. If I look far enough into the distance then I can see the road that I can take to go home. Just one more hour.