Easy Snax

Years back, Easy Snax used to be the one place I’d go after a night to buy something greasy to put in my face. Even on a weekly basis, it was odd how much this place used to change.
There would be furniture one week, then no furniture. Then it would come back the next week but the counter would’ve rotated and there would be all new staff. The week after that the counter would be back to normal but the furniture would be gone, the staff would be the original ones and the whole building would be back-​to-​front. Plus, they’d be operating on a ticket system that would be gone the week after. It was as disorientating as a carnival fun house.
The other week I went for the first time in a while and found the bald man who used to serve me had grown hair. The best part about that last sentence is that you think it was a joke. It wasn’t.