"Myrtle! MYRTLE! Do you want something sweet? I said do you want something sweet?", the gentle old man shouted from the corner of the gas station. "Sorry", to us. "I SAID DO YOU WANT SOMETHING SWEET? SOMETHING SWEET?" "DO YOU WANT SOMETHING TO EAT, SOMETHING SWEET?" "No? Well that makes a darned change" he mutters and wanders back inside. She clearly got something because the dentures were were clamped around something before she got back in the car....
Later; "I'm in love", says Jayne..... She was referring to a truck that Mark had seen on a sales lot in Nevada (pronounced Na vay da, apparently). I too was in love, and I was really disappointed when it wasn't purchased. It's in beautiful looking vehicle. Even 100k miles is nothing on a 7 litre diesel. I'd have liked to drive that to Washington...
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