sikyo

He sits in one of the chairs casually taking off his hat. With his right bare hand, he scoops a mouthful of rice and a bit of viand and puts it in his mouth. Thus begins the meal of a security guard at the fastfood store I’ve been frequenting lately.

The guard continues to eat his dinner oblivious of the occasional glance I throw at him. His hair is a little disheveled from the uniform hat he wears the entire day. He keeps scooping mouthfuls while his left arm rests idly on the table. After a few minutes he finishes off his dinner with a soda drink this time held in his left hand. He rises shortly from his seat having finished the single serving of meal he is entitled to for the day.

Leaving his hat lying upside down on the table, he goes to the kitchen or probably the comfort room to wash his hands. He then returns to the table, picks up his hat, puts it on and resumes his post by the door bidding an incoming customer good evening.