Central Floridian’s don’t pay to get into their major attractions; or so it seems. Those Places devour the limited job market and therefore Floridians get find themselves taking these underpaid positions: with the perks of free passes. If you don’t have family who can get you into Those Places for free, you can find Someone who Knows A Guy and you pay (at least) half price. Enter Me.
“Sir! Those there are the showers. Sir, there are no restrooms there!”
He awkwardly shifts his weight so the baby he’s holding doesn’t get any second hand cigarette smoke. The woman before him is probably younger than him but her tobacco stained hair, skin and teeth aged her considerably. The baby cries. He looks back over his shoulder at the pristine shower stalls and sighs, knowing the answer to his question before asking.
“Where’s your diaper changing station?”
“Sir, we don’t have none of that here, Sir. The restrooms are over there.”
They do things differently down south. Like smoking in the common area, people-be-darned. She nods to herself, putting a Yankee straight, and heads back behind the counter to ‘work’.
“You know,” says his Sister In Law “You should just change her right there.”
He looks at the chair where the woman was smoking and honestly considers it. After all, you put crap in my lungs, I can put crap on your chair. He chuckles at the pun and decides to change the baby in the car.
Interstate highways are the great equalizers. Case in point: I-95. Every state along the East Coast has a distinction that makes it unique amongst the rest. But when on I-95 it just doesn’t matter; everything looks the same. So you might start driving at say 7:30 AM, pass through several states and find yourself around 5:00 passing through South Carolina and be completely unsurprised by the lack of scenery, the repetitive shrubbery and the occasionally (yet repeatedly seen) RV vehicle. But you still notice the Interesting.
A friend once said that the clinical definition of insanity is a person who repeatedly does the same exact thing while fully expecting different results. I don’t know how accurate that definition is but I do see his major premise: if you keep repeating the mistakes you are at the very least a moron. “Hello. My name is Rey.” (Hi Rey.) “I’m a moron.” (Smattering of welcoming applause.)