I for­got to men­tion in my last post that dur­ing part of the drive up, we were around and behind Gane­sha The Car.

I also for­got to men­tion (or maybe had men­tally blocked out) That Four­teen Year Old.  For a lit­tle while, as I worked alone, she was out­side the booth, look­ing in at me with a weird and unde­fin­able look in her eyes.  Her and her mom came in and started look­ing around.  “Hi, hand­some.  What do you look like with­out those [sun]glasses?” Um, what?  Did I just hear that cor­rectly?  The girl said that, and she was talk­ing to me?  After a few sec­onds of stunned, slack-jawed silence, I fig­ured I had to respond.  “They don’t come off.”  Hey, it was the best I could come up with while shocked.  A few min­utes later, when Kim returned to the booth, I think she tried some other tac­tic, then out­right asked how long we’d been mar­ried.  “It’s not really your busi­ness, but 2 years.”  “THAT’S NOT VERY LONG AT ALL!”  At which point she was told off by Kim, her mom was not ter­ri­bly apolo­getic or even com­mu­nica­tive, and she went off to pester the mas­sage booth.  “Mom!  If you give them $20, they’ll rub you for 15 min­utes!  Where’s my money?!”  There was def­i­nitely some­thing up with that kid.  It was hard to tell if she was just socially stunted or had brain issues going on.  At any rate, it was uncom­fort­able and dis­turb­ing.  For the rest of the week­end, the kid got the nick­name Lolita any time the story came up or she was spot­ted around the event.

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