This reminds me of the night that Drew and I were returning videos at Kaleidoscope Video in Kirksville, MO where we went to college.
I was waiting in the car as Drew went to drop the videos into the slot in the door. Suddenly, he came running back yelling, “DRIVE! DRIVE! WE HAVE TO GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE! GO! GO!”
As we sped out of the parking lot, kicking gravel up behind us, I asked, “what happened?”
To which he replied, “I dunno man, but the old long haired dude that runs the place is in there down on his knees worshiping the Coke machine.”
After all these years, I don’t know if that is a euphemism or just a fact.
People ask me why I don’t like small towns. This is why.