THE GAY ILLUSION
Copyright 2016 Duane L. Ostler
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As John opened the door of the fast food joint, he was hit with a blast of sounds and smells that would have made even a hungry truck driver feel woozy. The stench of grease was mixed with the odor of sweat, onions, sweat, chili pepper, sweat and sizzling meat. Shouts and catcalls filled the air, mostly coming from the unfortunate employees whose every moment spent working in this fast food joint was a living torture. Between their shouts was a rumble of sound caused by the nonstop talking of dozens of patrons scattered in booths and at tables. They were chomping away on food that was only slightly less toxic than the nicotine the surgeon general warned about on every cigarette package.