Sugar, Seatbelts, and the South
The two guys who helped me move this morning – Barry and Tom – both got their breakfast at the Budget truck rental counter – ice cream sandwich and orange pop. I said I have an energy bar in my truck that might make you feel better. Oh no, they said, this is good.
Later in the truck, sitting on a milk crate between Barry and Tom – Barry was driving and said he had better put on his seat belt because he got fined $50 the other day because he and his daughter weren’t wearing one.
Flashback to two days ago, I had seen a toddler standing between the bucket seats as a woman came to a stop at a stop sign and I wanted to yell, SEATBELT!, but then remembered back to when I was a kid and we had that big Chrysler convertible and I used to stand on the bench seat – my sister and I would sing the slogan to this pest control place – Keep Your Eye On The Big Black Butterfly.