So I packed two changes of clothes. My jeans, today’s clothes, comically deteriorated, leave a stain of blue fuzz on The Professor’s floor on which I lied because of a backache.
We drove to the local IHOP and it was packed to kingdom come. We went to another IHOP and it too was packed, leaving me to say, “Maybe if we go somewhere less white.” We wound up at a Mexican restaurant where I ate Migas. Afterwards, we ventured TSTC and then the Dr. Pepper Museum where I realized white people have way too much time on their hands, also leaving me never wanting to drink another Dr. Pepper – or should I say, Waco (as that’s what they call it here, supposedly) again. Truth be told, the whole museum left me wanting a Mountain Dew as they said it was imitation of their beloved 7 Up.
Again, we decided it was time to eat. We had lunch at the Headstead something or the other, run by a very nice bunch of Mennonites. Mennonites, by the way, are far more interesting, caring and kind than any other religious bunch I’ve thus far met.