Tuesday, July 13, 2004 The physical challenge
For three days in a row, my roommates and I have gone jogging around the park. I don't have any jogging shoes or endurance. Tonight we went during the Large Local Dog meeting timeslot, which seems optimum.
Sunday we went looking for a new swimming hole, since an accomplice and I had received written warnings at our old spot. (We don't usually go in daylight, so that's why we had not previously received a ticket, or noticed the giant copperhead.)
On the way to the swimming hole, we drove too far, so there we were in Pennsylvania.
Later that evening, my roommates were on their way to a rock show. I was going to skip it, because I tend to be startled by loud noises, and it seemed like a good chance to stay home and work on some pretend projects for a while. Then J. repeated a crude joke one of the people who was going to be present had told, and I changed my mind.
Outside the show space, someone said "You know its's 7/11, right? Free Slurpee day." Suddenly, everyone present wanted a Slurpee. Somebody went and told the people inside, and they realized that they wanted Slurpees, too. Everybody got in a conversion van. On the way, two men crossed the street directly in front of the van. They were carrying a sheet of plate glass between them. The brakes were too good. Goodbye, chance for cinemagic excitement that I will never see again. Hello, not injuring pedestrians with splintered glass, you old stick in the mud.
The wheelman parked, and 19 full-sized people got out! We assembled on the sidewalk and decided to send a scout, to make sure the promotion was real. He came out a second later. He told us it was only a small one, and only with purchase. "Penny candy!" someone yelled, and so the scout and 18 more under-scrubbed people rushed in through the automatic doors.
The clerk was slack-jawed, but judging by his hairstyle and mustache choices, I fear that that was a permanent condition rather than a result of shock.
It turned out that the free Slurpee had to be dispensed into a special tiny cup, and by the time I was within sight of the counter, he smugly said that they were out of them.
Then people started begging used cups from their friends. I didn't do that, for some reason. Instead, I had some of J.'s. It was delicious.
So sweet and it hurt.
posted by Frenz | 7/13/2004 12:48:00 AM
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