A familiar smell captures my attention; the noise all around me goes numb for a second. My eyes ferociously moving side to side, my nostrils opening up wide, looking for any sign to match the smell with the source. Around the corner there is a glowing yellowish light across the floor of a parking lot. My stomach begins to grumble. Walking towards the light the smell begins to fade away, almost as if it where fake in a way. Lights are reflecting from the outside lamps in the front, inside the lights of the restaurant and the big archers standing tall like a casino light with an M right on top of the jackpot.
As I open the door the familiar symptoms of the Archers appear, the janitor mopping the restaurant with a tired look on his face, very old man at least in his 60s. As I walk by the janitor he mumbles about something. I want a big Mac with the meal, she begins to type I gave her the cash. The people in the back begin to move around. By the time I turned around I had my coke and fries, the big Mac came 30 seconds later, never wondering where my food came from, I start to chew. Food taste great, as am walking away from the known and into the unknown the feeling of the archers stays with me even long after my next visit.
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