I was standing in line at Mill Valley’s Hi-Tech Burrito. This of course is a misnomer if ever there was one, but perhaps irony should be the hallmark of contemporary fast food. The woman in front of me was making calls on her cell phone, trying to find a store where she could get a photo made in the next 24 hours for her medical license. I tapped her on the shoulder and said, “I may be able to help you.”

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