The phone booth didn't even have a
dead phone in it. That table at the back of the alcove had a long
row of outlets at its back.
Games are gone from that spare room,
and nobody has figured out a better business to put in the space.
Empty as a pocket with nothing to lose.
The restaurant has been covered up
with these white tubes that give me that "mired in the movie
Brazil" feeling. The machines they suck for were ralphing large
gusts of chilly air.
For a while we tried to figure out
some food place one of us could walk to quickly. Zoomed off to
find the ones Virginia told me about. Closed up tighter than
retail on Christmas. No possibility of fresh food based on what I
saw coming into town. Both places closed at 2 PM. Ever get the "we
didn't get there until 4 PM" blues? Feeling them for sure. Plus,
it was hot out there. Southern clammy sunny day hot, not west
coast dry sunny day hot. Ended up eating a peanut butter and jelly
sandwich out of the luggage. Good enough. Thank Greyhound for the
Heard "ka-chunk" and plastic
slapping noises from these vending machines again and again. They
were the only game in town. People were sucking it up and doing
business with the robots.
Watched the TV for a while. It was
talking heads yammering, but the information scroll had some good