Was in a rush this afternoon and stopped at Cookout for lunch. As often happens, the staff gathered around the window to check out my car. One guy there remembered me, more specifically he remembered the Barbie on the roof. Roof Barbie hasn't fared so well; she's crusty and discolored after several years in the sun. The Cookout guy said, "You've still got Sunburned Barbie!" He gave Barbie the once-over (maybe I was there at night last time and he didn't get a good look before) and continued, "She's looking worse. Really sunburned. She's Black Barbie now. With blond hair. She's Ghetto Barbie. Like the girl down the street."
That last seemed to be addressed to a young woman in the window with him. Maybe they're neighbors or roommates or something? I just laughed and said, "You can say that. I can't say that."
I like the folks at Cookout. Eleven months until they have watermelon milkshakes again.
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