Yolo Food Bank — Restaurant in Woodland

He slowly poured the drink over a large chunk of ice he has especially chiseled off a larger block. He didn't particularly like his drinks cold, but he knew that the drama of chiseling the ice and then pouring a drink over it looked far more impressive than how he actually liked it. It was all about image and he'd managed to perfect the image that he wanted to project. She looked at her student wondering if she could ever get through. "You need to learn to think for yourself," she wanted to tell him. "Your friends are holding you back and bringing you down." But she didn't because she knew his friends were all that he had and even if that meant a life of misery, he would never give them up. I checked in for the night at Out O The Way motel. What a bad choice that was. First I took a shower and a spider crawled out of the drain. Next, the towel rack fell down when I reached for the one small bath towel. This allowed the towel to fall halfway into the toilet. I tried to watch a movie, but the remote control was sticky and wouldn’t stop scrolling through the channels. I gave up for the night and crawled into bed. I stretched out my leg and felt something furry by my foot. Filled with fear, I reached down and to my surprise, I pulled out a raccoon skin pair of underwear. After my initial relief that it wasn’t alive, the image of a fat, ugly businessman wearing raccoon skin briefs filled my brain. I jumped out of the bed, threw my toothbrush into my bag, and sprinted towards my car. The towels had been hanging from the rod for years. They were stained and worn, and quite frankly, just plain ugly. Debra didn't want to touch them but she really didn't have a choice. It was important for her to see what was living within them. She tried to explain that love wasn't like pie. There wasn't a set number of slices to be given out. There wasn't less to be given to one person if you wanted to give more to another. That after a set amount was given out it would all disappear. She tried to explain this, but it fell on deaf ears. nice...

They need a better system. They worry about where the cars are parked/in line versus passing out numbers-- they came out to my car and said "I cut the line" when I watched 3 other cars pull ahead of me. I looked around for cameras on the building to PROVE I was there for an hr while others were cutting ME.

There are no solid indicators of where they want the line to start or end.... the woman that approached me with an attitude.. These lines are growing by the day. This country is drownin in debt and going hungry while we send our tax dollars to Ukraine, repeatedly.

Its just going to get worse. I started tearing up because I had been there for an hr while people who pulled in behind me- got to cut me. Is it because Im white?? Everyone there is other decent.. I really dont know. How about everyone the arrives, walks up and signs their name on a clipboard with someone and get handed a ticket. Seriously. The line/parking is obviously not working... And soon enough... People will start...

I'm great full for the food bank but I was approached by a rude older white lady short Grey hair volunteering at the community collage, I parked and walked to the lane instead of waiting in the car line because health reasons i can't sit or stand to long, the drive alone is already to painful then sitting in the car while waiting my turn is to much i don't have anyone to get it for me so I have to do it my self. I don't see why we can't walk up to the lane if is an option for a reason. I would appreciate it if she wasn't rude and be more understanding to people walking up to the lane with out questioning us...