At the auto parts store, they sell cashews for cheap. We are only there for a gas cap, however, so cashews remain unpurchased.
"But what about pistachios?" I ask Oz. "I remember when I was a kid, every gas station we ever stopped at had one bright pink pistachio shell on the asphalt. You never see that anymore." It was always one half of a pink pistachio shell, actually, synthetic in color, but not in form, like some miniature alien tortoise. The strange thing is that one never saw two halves.
Next stop: Vanessa's to pick up some coffee.
Oz tucks a couple bucks in the tip jar marked "Help the starving students" and observes aloud that the staff really look like they're starving.
One barista runs a hand along his very not emaciated arm and agrees.
"And the starvation is turning your hair colors not found in nature?" Oz says loudly and pointedly at the other barista.
The barista with the hot pink hair looks over and grins. "It grows out of my head this color, actually."
"Yeah? From all that cotton candy your parents fed you? And pistachios?" says Oz.
"Yeah. I was one wired kid, let me tell you."
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