How DAR got me chicken to go.

After my class wraps in Oregon City I have a 45 minute wait before I can catch my bus. I usually get dinner. I prefer the Super Torta, but tonight I wanted chicken strips. Like really bad. So I went to Dairy Queen. Waiting for my order, I sat down at a table, pulled out Barry's copy of Dar: Volume One (I was too poor to get my own) and started reading. I've read most of it before, but it's been awhile, so I got pretty wrapped up in it and wasn't really paying attention to what was going on around me.

All of the sudden I hear a little boy say "That guy's reading a dirty comic!"

My first thought was to look around and see who was reading what, but as soon as I looked up I realized that the boy was refering to me. He was part of a soccar team. The whole team was there. So where his parents. And a whole bunch of other parents. And they were all looking at me like I just tried to bad touch their kid. One of them, his mother I guess, got up and kind of leaned toward my table to see what I was reading. Because it was totally her business. I was open to this page. She went back to her table, whispered something to another woman, and all of them (I kid you not), every single one of them, got up and moved two booths away. Which was about as far away from me as they could get. Fuck.

So I turn around and face the other way and mind my own buisness and go back to reading. A few minutes latter I hear a... snort... from right abouve me. I look up. There are two 12 year old looking kids leaning over the divider wall reading over my shoulder. I glare at them and they go back to their table. But as soon as their out from behind the wall I can see they're wearing boy scout uniforms! And they go back and sit with some other boyscouts! Fuck!

So finally my chicken strips show up. But they're in a to go bag. So I say I wanted them for here. I'd like to eat them in the restaurant while i read. The cahier/waitress/food handler person says "I think you should take them to go".

Fuck.

So I left and shuffled all the way down the hill to the transit station where I ate cold chicken strips on the bus bench. With gravy ( They give you gravy to dip your strips in. I know!).I was pretty embarrassed. I shouldn't be, but I was. DAR is a really good comic. I dig it a lot. There's nothing wrong with reading it in public. There's no reason why I should feel embarrassed about this. There's no reason why I should get chased out of a Dairy Queen dfor it!

I'm not going to the Dairy Queen any more.

Fucking Oregon City!