You find yourself standing around the side entrance of Sonic for 20 minutes or so, while she talks to Drew, a jail house tattoo covered, "cigarette pack in the short sleeve dress shirt pocket", awfully dark tanned for an assistant manager at the Radio Shack in the strip mall, "good person". A strip mall by the way that through absolutely nothing more than total happenstance and vehemently stated coincidence also houses MIsty Sue's Cafe, which, predictably, opens right before the noon lunch break "rush". And who, along with Michelle, failed to pick up on the displays of "impatience" and completely understandable pissy disbelief you tried your absolute best to all but confrontation-ally throw off. You instead find your self alone in the Nissan, for another 10 or 15 minutes, enjoying the sights and sounds of her daughter eating her second Sonic "Orbit Double Bacon and Cheese" and Large Curly Fries at a respectable clip, and who is now, once again, "happy", after the smell of the cleaner the smiling semi-retarded man mopping right around your table was using sent mouth full of food cries of "mommy I feel sick" out over the "lunch crowd" and all of you scurrying to the refuge of your aforementioned Nissan. For the rest of the afternoon you incessantly hear what "good people" Drew is and how "funny" it was to see him.
You find yourself standing around the side entrance of Sonic for 20 minutes or so, while she talks to Drew, a jail house tattoo covered, "cigarette pack in the short sleeve dress shirt pocket", awfully dark tanned for an assistant manager at the Radio Shack in the strip mall, "good person". A strip mall by the way that through absolutely nothing more than total happenstance and vehemently stated coincidence also houses MIsty Sue's Cafe, which, predictably, opens right before the noon lunch break "rush". And who, along with Michelle, failed to pick up on the displays of "impatience" and completely understandable pissy disbelief you tried your absolute best to all but confrontation-ally throw off. You instead find your self alone in the Nissan, for another 10 or 15 minutes, enjoying the sights and sounds of her daughter eating her second Sonic "Orbit Double Bacon and Cheese" and Large Curly Fries at a respectable clip, and who is now, once again, "happy", after the smell of the cleaner the smiling semi-retarded man mopping right around your table was using sent mouth full of food cries of "mommy I feel sick" out over the "lunch crowd" and all of you scurrying to the refuge of your aforementioned Nissan. For the rest of the afternoon you incessantly hear what "good people" Drew is and how "funny" it was to see him.