Emily, still outside, mimicked me to the rest of the group, “According to California law, that’s illegal. Excuse me, I have to run, I have to break into the facility now…”
At the beer stand – choices, light or dark.
“What’s the light?” he asked.
“Bud,” the cashier replied.
“What’s the dark?”
“Don’ know. Kin check fer you.”
As we watched a van get pounded by a truck-crushing machine, entertainment during one of the intermissions, a nearby teenage girl whooped, “That ain’t crushed….”