I’m saving the world
By going through the breakfast rush drive thru line
Right as I’m handed my food bag
I start to roll forward
The vehicles behind me are eager to get to where I’ve just been
I pump brakes as I look inside food bag, to check and see if they got my order right
Sounds of squealing brakes’n’crunching metal all behind me
I nod in satisfaction at the correctness of my order, then drive on
I return to the same drivethru line the following morning
I’m the only one on it
I get my order, it’s correct, I’m on my way, shit goes by fast, how nice
Later, online, I watch a series of videos posted by people who got into some kind of chain collision on the drive thru line
Nothing too serious
No one died
One person had a panic attack, I guess
Costs for repairs not great, what can you do
But these people in these videos
They talk about how getting all wrecked up together really got ‘em all thinking about their dietary habits and such, how they wanted to eat healthier, get their steps in, do bicycle shit, burn less gasoline, contribute less to Climate Inferno and soulless corporations, think about their children’s futures, think about everyone’s futures
So, these wrecked up people started a kind of hang-out which becomes a kind of commune which ends up in the news as this creepy wife-swapping shit which ends in murder which ends in a popular true crime podgrift-
And I’m getting frustrated then angry then basically relieved that no one’s even aware of my role in this chain of madness-
And then I’m over it
Like how you get over things in life, even when you’re living some kind of dream
You shake it loose
The weird feeling the ice cream gives you in your head goes away
You see what you really accomplished
I wasn’t saving the world at all
I moved on from all that
And then, in the next phase, I became Batman-
