So I am standing with a friend next to a food truck parked near 1st and Washington.

We're waiting for our orders.

A young guy in a maroon sweatshirt and jeans approaches. The woman inside the truck sees him coming and makes a face. A disapproving face.

See continues looking at him and says, "You couldn't take a shower or something?"

He shrugs.

Good grief, I think. Since when do you have to dress up to patronize a taco truck?

In Spokane, no less.

But the woman in the window of the truck explains. "He's my little brother. It's my job to give him a hard time."

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