A Truly Happy Meal

By JOHN RYLLAND A. DEL ROSARIO

It was a chilly evening when a young man sporting a gray hooded jacket, a white V-neck shirt, black slacks, and black rubber shoes arrived at a fast-food restaurant.

When the door opened, he felt his nose overwhelmed by the aroma of fried chicken and french fries. The scent reminded him just how famished he was as he stood at the end of the long queue.

Finally arriving at the counter, he ordered a meal and waited at a corner table. There, he began to observe those around him.

Dissatisfaction

Two tables away sat a middle-aged couple. The man was garbed in a long-sleeved navy blue polo, gray slacks, and black leather shoes. A gold-plated watch was fixed around his wrist.

Across the table was a woman in a dark green shirtdress and cream-colored spool heels. From her ears dangled a pair of expensive-looking earrings.