Fast food on Salt Spring???
The movers ate breakfast on the ferry over – and it’s turned out to be a hot day. By 3pm they’re tired and hungry. But, of course (being men!) they haven’t thought ahead as to what they will do for lunch.
And the (treacherous but lovely) steps they have been running up and down to the house loaded up with furniture and boxes have taken their toll. Feeling sorry for them I offer lunch. Which is much appreciated.
They ask if I can get fast food? Not likely!!! There’s no McDonalds, no Starbucks, no Captain Chicken, not even a Timmy’s. I suggest I could try to find them a sandwich – and am expressly asked to avoid pork… And they list all possible pork derivatives just to make sure. No big deal…
And so the time has come for my first drive of our V8 4WD quad-cab ‘island’ pick-up truck! It’s a fun drive and as I park this large and rather battered vehicle I feel a flood of happiness: I am an islander. And I look like one too: A scrap of make-up, long hair all over the place, old jeans, gumboots (wellies if you’re English) and a battered pick-up truck. Cool – I live here!
And yippeeee! I’ve found “almost” fast food. A sandwich joint that does pizza. I check the menu and the ONLY pizza that doesn’t have pork on is the vegetarian. The rest either have pepperoni, bacon, various kind of sausage or ham on!! I had no idea pizza was so pork-oriented…
So, I grab all the veggie pizza they have, chips (crisps if you’re English), water and head back ‘home’. The happiness again. I am in such a good mood that I put (the only cassette-tape we own) into the player and listen to David Hasslehoff croon at full-pelt ALL the way back. AND I actually enjoy it!