Ethnography

Ethnography

November 28, 2015

Sunday Night Slice

Sunday. 6:06 PM.
It's getting pretty late and I'm getting hungry. Time to go grab a slice. I head to the local pizzeria down the road. As I approach the plaza a white late model Dodge  truck with a college aged girl behind the wheel approaches me at the entrance, then peels out
6:18. As I walk in, there is no one in line. 3 males are working behind the counter. 2 of the guys working look like they're in their late 30's and the third is a kid who barely looks 20, if that. For all I know he could a be freshman in high school, it's difficult to guess. I order my slices. The big kis tells me that I need to wait on the second slice so I grab my tray and head to a table. I notice behind me  in line are an older man in his 50's and a girl in her 20's. Behind them are 2 guys in their 20's. In the dining room there are several customers spread about. At one table is a couple in their 50's.
The lady is wearing a NASCAR
jacket and a camouflage cap. The male is wearing a plain white shirt  and a solid camo green cap. I grab a table right in the middle of the room for a better view. To my left 2 girls in their 20's chat and enjoy their food. One Takes a bite while the other begins to cough. Through the meal she coughs quite a bit. She might be sick. I
 finish my slice and head to the counter for the rest of my order.
6:36. A woman in her 40's walks in and joins male and female that were behind me in line. A male in his 20's walks in and orders.
6:40. The kid at the counter calls a males name out and the trio at the table get up for their to go order. As the male grabs the 2 large pizza boxes, the woman in her 40s waits for him with the door open. He walks through and the younger girl follows.
I'm pretty much done here so I head home.
6:52. Most of the original subjects have departed and no new ones have arrived. I think I'll call it a night.


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