No. 8
Local Car Washes: When we pause in a town for more than 24 hours, as we did in Albuquerque, we always have a list of chores that need doing. After weathering the dust of the Nevada and Arizona deserts, the bus needed the kind of bathing that can only be provided by a complex array of swirly brushes, robotic super-dryers and something called a "moon polish" (patent pending). The kids at the Octopus Car Wash on Route 66 had a tough time cracking the mysterious levers and knobs of a 1977 Volkswagen, but once they got the hang of it, they swarmed it like bees to the queen. The workers, the waiting room - it's a fantastic slice of local flavor. And then:
Kid: You want cherry or cinnamon fragrance inside?
Amy: Those are my only choices?
Kid: Yeah.
Amy: (to Sloan) You want cherry or cinnamon fragrance?
Sloan: Those are my only choices?
Amy: Yeah.
Sloan: I dunno.
Amy: (sighs) We'll take cherry.
(25 minutes later)
Sloan: It smells like a bathroom in here.
Kid: You want cherry or cinnamon fragrance inside?
Amy: Those are my only choices?
Kid: Yeah.
Amy: (to Sloan) You want cherry or cinnamon fragrance?
Sloan: Those are my only choices?
Amy: Yeah.
Sloan: I dunno.
Amy: (sighs) We'll take cherry.
(25 minutes later)
Sloan: It smells like a bathroom in here.
Discussion:
Are you of the understanding that your vehicle is in the color of the state flag? Like workers to the swarm....
The Chez.
cherry? no vanilla? i'm not comfortable with that.
This reminds me of a classic exchange from HEATHERS. J.D.: "Did you say cherry or Coke Slushee?" Veronica: "I didn't. [Pause] Cherry." (Wink!)
I absolutely love your blog!! And I love the way you've structured it. I'm just taking a little dip now but I'll be writing about it on my own blog sometime soon and I'll be returning to plunge right in!
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