Tropical Depression: secret bacon
It is morning.
A Woman enters a large cafeteria style eatery, approaches counter, places order.
Order: Egg, cheese, and bacon sandwich.
Minutes later the Woman is called to the counter where a person holds her wrapped sandwich.
The counterperson appears drunk and/or high.
The Woman is known among her friends for appearing as a sort of homing beacon for strangers with substance abuse/mental stability issues.
The counterperson is speaking.
Only decipherable word: Bacon.
Woman, already regretting walking through the door, accepts sandwich, pays at register, leaves.
Back at desk the Woman unwraps the sandwich.
Sandwich: 15 pieces of bacon smothering an egg and a slice of processed cheese, all confined between two sides of a broken, struggling English muffin.
Woman leaves sandwich in deserted corner of building courtyard, for the cats.
