With all the young faces sitting around at BFC fast food shop, the environment wasn't what I would call welcoming for an aged men like me.
Then still I had the courage to pull myself upto the counter to order with a cold-face so that they don't mistake me for a confused man trying to mimic a kid.
"One chicken fry, one french fry and one drink, please.", placed my order.
"Ok, sir. We have a named package for this."
"Which one?", I asked.
"We call it, Kids 1st Choice."