08 September 2008
North Platte, Nebraska
Rest assured the cashier was a 19-year-old Korn cap-festooned, creepy flesh-colored goateed dude who strangely declined my offer to take his picture.
Now we're in Iowa, bout to pick Tim up from the Des Moines airport, high-tail it to Iowa City, and squeeze one out. We've covered almost 2000 miles in about 50 hours. Not recommended.
Darker My Dudes
welp. so much for the all important Convenience Cashiers lobby!
September 17, 2008 at 6:32 AM
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