Cotton Candy

We had lunch in a hipster greasy spoon in Olympia today. A woman who worked there had thick and complicated black hair and was hummingbird skinny. She wore a pink sweatshirt and was eating blue cotton candy out of a long plastic bag. "My Lunch" she said.
My lunch was a club sandwich which is a dependable never very good but not horrible type decisions. Kendra had Clam chowder. I should have had the French Dip.
First time sitting in a diner provided high chair.