Memory #232

I went to a flea market in Alaska. The building said CHINESE MEXICAN ITALIAN TRI-GRILL. The inside of the building had piles and piles of old junk like video tapes. A pretty woman welcomed me in, and a fat family sat at the front of the booths. A boy with a disability in a wheelchair stared at me, but he could not speak. I always wish I would have asked to take their picture.