If there is anything more likely to provoke an existential crisis than sitting in a Walmart McDonald’s* overlooking a parking lot on a grey February day, I don’t know what it is.**
*Why was I sitting in a Walmart McDonald’s? Don’t ask.
** Out of sixteen people sitting there, evenly divided between male and female, and including one child, there was not one smile and plenty of blank staring at the dingy beige walls. Perhaps they were sharing my inarticulate despair.