After a LONG day in Tulsa yesterday, my parents and I decided to stop on the way back home for takeout burgers from Andy’s Hamburger’s in Barnsdall.
My parents went in the tiny cafe, and I plopped down at an outside picnic table to watch the goings on.
(Andy’s Hamburgers, in Barnsdall, OK)
A pickup truck pulled in, a guy got out, and proceeded to ask* me where a public restroom might be found.
I told him I wasn’t from Barnsdall but Houston, but that there was a convenience store and a grocery store, and they probably had a restroom he could use.
“No McDonald’s?”
“Nope, Barnsdall’s too small for anything like that.”
“What part of Houston are you from?”
“Midtown, south of downtown.”
“I’m from Pearland. And after that damn storm, it’s good to be away from there! You take care now.”
“You too!”
And he drove off in search of a restroom.
The burgers at the venerable Andy’s are still damn good, by the way. Highly recommended.
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* People do this all the time, usually when I am traveling and barely know where I am. It’s become kind of funny.