Rob loved the Drive-in. He loved the potholes when you drove in. He loved having to wind down his window when the windscreen fogged up. He loved how the dinner only gave themselves fifteen minutes between features to make burgers and fries for like thirty patrons. He loved finding popcorn down in-between the seats of his 1982 Red Renault Fuego for days later. And he loved Jenny.
Jenny sold the tickets from the booth at the entry. She was cute, twenty-two years of age, and easily confused by Daylight Savings.
"Rob, gates don't open until 7:30 pm." Jenny firmly spoke from the hole in her booth window. When she was alone she liked to pretend the booth was the cockpit of a spaceship.
Rob knew he was interrupting her spaceship time. "It is 7:30, so please open the gate. I want to get to the hotdogs while they are fresh."
"No, the Daylight Savings saying goes 'Spring back. Fall forward' so it's only 5:30 now."
He leaned out of his car window as far as he could, his nose almost touched the glass of booth, "Actually, Moon of my life, you have that backwards. It's 'Spring forward. Fall back'. Who falls forward anyway?"
"People fall forward down stairs." Jenny winked at him as she grabbed her keys to open the entry gate.
Rob slowly began rolling his Renault forward, and smiled "That they do, my love. That they do."
Jenny sold the tickets from the booth at the entry. She was cute, twenty-two years of age, and easily confused by Daylight Savings.
"Rob, gates don't open until 7:30 pm." Jenny firmly spoke from the hole in her booth window. When she was alone she liked to pretend the booth was the cockpit of a spaceship.
Rob knew he was interrupting her spaceship time. "It is 7:30, so please open the gate. I want to get to the hotdogs while they are fresh."
"No, the Daylight Savings saying goes 'Spring back. Fall forward' so it's only 5:30 now."
He leaned out of his car window as far as he could, his nose almost touched the glass of booth, "Actually, Moon of my life, you have that backwards. It's 'Spring forward. Fall back'. Who falls forward anyway?"
"People fall forward down stairs." Jenny winked at him as she grabbed her keys to open the entry gate.
Rob slowly began rolling his Renault forward, and smiled "That they do, my love. That they do."
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