high adventure in the high desert!
|The phone was ringing off the hook, but with several people in attendance, there was no problem taking the requisite desert bathroom breaks. There were plenty of "Number One" spots...||
|...and some good "number two" spots as well. (note roll of t.p. in hand).|
|The pointlessness of booth operations starts to set in. This was about the time the "BACK TO THE BOOTH!" guy got disoriented and blew back to SoCal, destroying his transfer case the whole way. Had he not left in a huff to write smack about the booth, he might've remembered how to drive. Cool heads prevail in hot weather.|
|I feel personally responsible for the damage- if I had spent more time listening to him talk about
himself, he may have left a little happier and not fucked up his SUV. Possibly if I had lived a bigger, deeper
life, his self-absorbed prattle may have made sense. Oh, well, maybe someone at home will listen to him. But
if that were the case, why was he working so hard for an audience at the booth? The desert is shrouded in mystery...
Searing Irony Footnote- Despite the man's pissy grumblings, I suspect his booth visit was the most interesting thing he has done in at least a decade.