At the payphone in the parking lot next door, a stylish woman in her late twenties/early thirties is on the payphone, smiling.
As I approach, her expressions slowly changes to crestfallen, and I hear -but mom! - … -but I- - … -But she- - … I walk into the McDonalds, eat. 10-15 minutes later, the same woman is on the phone, her face expressing exasperation -but she’s moving- - … -Mom! - … -You can’t do tha- - … -see you tomorrow.
She hangs up, punches the glass of the booth, cusses and storms over to her car, only to storm back and pick up her purse. I get in my car and drive away.
While returning to work, crossing 4th on Cypress is a couple on a tandem bike.
Behind them, in a child-seat pannier is a small child.
Both man and woman have trekking backpacks on their backs.
Being pulled behind the bike is one of those bike-trailers, on which there is an armchair.
On the armchair, is a small white dog, wearing a dog-helmet. I suspect they were moving, by bicycle.
That’s dedication.