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Jun. 24th, 2008 07:47 pmSo my family and I had a bit of a long weekend this weekend -- went up to visit one of my older cousins and deliver a bunch of outgrown baby stuff, as she's due in August. We stayed in Hot Sulfur Springs, which you might be able to guess is famous for its hot springs, and had a bit of a spa/massage day on top of it.
But on Sunday, we were all hungry. (Seven of us in total.) And the problem with small towns is, they close completely down on Sunday. So we drove to the nearest town, which has a population of about 60 and would be easy to miss except for the fact that its restaurant is the only one for 30 miles that was open on Sunday.
The restaurant itself was... meh. But I spent the best dollar of my life in there.
On account of it being the only place in 30 miles that's open, the place was starting to get fairly crowded. On account of it being Sunday, there were only two people working there. One to cook, one to wait tables. So these big, loud bikers came in midway through the meal and generally acted like idiots. Typical loudmouth conspiracy theorist types. Gays blah blah, lawyers blah blah, Gov'mint blah blah. One of them puts about $20 into the jukebox and cranks the volume so high that nobody but these guys can hear each other. (Which is great considering that the place had a bunch of kids, ya know?) He had good taste in music, but it was all hyper-masculine, and just really too loud for 5 p.m. on a Sunday in a restaurant full of kids.
On the way out, I decide to have a little fun, and approach the jukebox myself. For $0.50, I found, I could add a song to the playlist rotation. For $1, I could make it play next.
So I stuck a dollar in.
I just wish I could have seen those guys' faces when Cher's "Believe" came on.
But on Sunday, we were all hungry. (Seven of us in total.) And the problem with small towns is, they close completely down on Sunday. So we drove to the nearest town, which has a population of about 60 and would be easy to miss except for the fact that its restaurant is the only one for 30 miles that was open on Sunday.
The restaurant itself was... meh. But I spent the best dollar of my life in there.
On account of it being the only place in 30 miles that's open, the place was starting to get fairly crowded. On account of it being Sunday, there were only two people working there. One to cook, one to wait tables. So these big, loud bikers came in midway through the meal and generally acted like idiots. Typical loudmouth conspiracy theorist types. Gays blah blah, lawyers blah blah, Gov'mint blah blah. One of them puts about $20 into the jukebox and cranks the volume so high that nobody but these guys can hear each other. (Which is great considering that the place had a bunch of kids, ya know?) He had good taste in music, but it was all hyper-masculine, and just really too loud for 5 p.m. on a Sunday in a restaurant full of kids.
On the way out, I decide to have a little fun, and approach the jukebox myself. For $0.50, I found, I could add a song to the playlist rotation. For $1, I could make it play next.
So I stuck a dollar in.
I just wish I could have seen those guys' faces when Cher's "Believe" came on.