We’d just driven five hundred miles straight, only stopping once for gas. When we got across the border, we swung into the first truck stop we saw. Mike ordered Chicken Fried Steak. I just had to order the special when I heard about it. The special was called, “Baggy Lingerie.” “What the fuck could that even be? said Mike. And the waitress was gonna tell him, but I stopped her. “Please don’t,” I said, "I just love surprises.” Anyway, we also got some jalapeno poppers for an app and I told Mike to be careful, jalapeno poppers are dangerous. The feds were still after us we needed to keep a low profile. He didn’t listen and bit right into one, scalding his mouth and spewing molten cheese across a table of bikers. Somehow the bikers and us all ended up playing hid and seek out in the woods behind the place. Seriously, this is not a metaphor for a big fight or human beings not connecting, We all went outside to have a smoke before the rest of our food came and one thing led to another. We played in the woods like children. I actually bought some land there in a day dream fantasy and a piece of me lives there to this day. Yep. I’m still there. Just hanging out in the woods. Laughing it up with the trees. So when we went to go back inside the restaurant and the Feds were there. So we had to hide out in a gravel truck that didn’t stop until halfway to Cheyenne. Never did find out what “Baggy Lingerie” was.
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We’d just driven five hundred miles straight, only stopping once for gas. When we got across the border, we swung into the first truck stop we saw. Mike ordered Chicken Fried Steak. I just had to order the special when I heard about it. The special was called, “Baggy Lingerie.”
“What the fuck could that even be? said Mike.
And the waitress was gonna tell him, but I stopped her.
“Please don’t,” I said, "I just love surprises.”
Anyway, we also got some jalapeno poppers for an app and I told Mike to be careful, jalapeno poppers are dangerous. The feds were still after us we needed to keep a low profile. He didn’t listen and bit right into one, scalding his mouth and spewing molten cheese across a table of bikers. Somehow the bikers and us all ended up playing hid and seek out in the woods behind the place. Seriously, this is not a metaphor for a big fight or human beings not connecting, We all went outside to have a smoke before the rest of our food came and one thing led to another. We played in the woods like children. I actually bought some land there in a day dream fantasy and a piece of me lives there to this day. Yep. I’m still there. Just hanging out in the woods. Laughing it up with the trees.
So when we went to go back inside the restaurant and the Feds were there. So we had to hide out in a gravel truck that didn’t stop until halfway to Cheyenne.
Never did find out what “Baggy Lingerie” was.
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