Welcome to the 6th floor.
Today’s contributors are: Tabitha, Billy and Scott.
Subject: 6th Floor’s Snack Post
“I want to talk about something to you that’s very important to me.” Billy says solemnly, looking at Scott and Tabitha sitting on the couch across from him.
“What kind of snacks are we having on Saturday? And what type of food for dinner?”
“Ann and I are going shopping tomorrow. We’ll get a bunch of chips and frozen appetizers and the like.”
“Get some of those little, wrapped hot dog things.”
“Pigs in a blanket?”
“I saw this delicious recipe for Guinness brownies. We should make those!”
“Beer brownies?” Tabitha makes a face. “That’s on you.”
“Well, first we’ll need some Guinness.”
“That’s a given.”
“One for the brownies, one to drink while you make the brownies?”
“Yeah! I like the way you think Tabitha.”
“I’m just hoping for good commercials anyway. Like last year.”
“No changing the topic. Should we order food on Sunday?”
“You know food always takes a decade to get here on Super Bowl Sunday.”
“We could order early.”
“Order at the start of the second inning..”
“Whatever. And then it should be ready for half time right? Who’s performing this year?”
“Springsteen? Geeze, they’re sure playing it safe these days.”
“Springsteen’s good though..”
“He is..but it’s still safe. Just don’t think that’s the right reason to pick a band.”
“Any other snack requests?”
“No, I trust your judgment.”
“No. But I trust you’ll shop early and I’ll be able to bitch about your choices early enough to get more stuff.”
Tabitha rolls her eyes.
Welcome to the 6th floor.
Today’s contributors are: Ann, Sara, Frank
Subject: Rest Stops
“I’ve got to use the bathroom. Can we pull off here?” Sara asks, as they near a rest stop on the thruway.
“Sure. I’m getting hungry anyway, we can get some food here.”
“Wake up Ann!” Sara says, nudging Ann.
“No sleepyhead. Just a rest stop, food and bathroom break.”
“Oh..okay. I guess that late night shift I took last night might’ve been a bad idea.”
Ann and Sara head to the bathroom and Frank heads to the store. They meet in the lobby in a couple of minutes.
“Here, one of you carry this one.” Frank says, handing Sara one of three bags.
“Yikes! How much stuff did you get?”
“Just some snacks for the ride.”
“It’s not even that far! What’s in here?” Sara asks, peaking into the bag as they head to the car.
“Beef jerky? Why do we need beef jerky?”
“I dunno. Every rest stop seems to have it though, so it must be good.”
“You’ve also got a crappy rest area mug in here. Did you really need to buy this?”
“That’s for Sara, so she doesn’t have to drink her coffee in the room out of Styrofoam.”
“Two big bags of chips, one barbecue. I guess I can get on board with that…but did you really need a map of eastern Pennsylvania?”
“You never know where we’ll end up, and I don’t have a map of Pennsylvania.”
“You’ve got a GPS. All the maps are preloaded.”
“Valid point. I probably didn’t need the bag of trail mix either. I don’t even like trail mix.”
“Oh, dibs on the trail mix.”
“Hey, there are shot glasses in here too. I guess you intend on doing shots in the hotel?”
“I can so get on board with that!”
“Just have to find the liquor store when we get up there. Shouldn’t be hard, what else is there to do around there right?”
“Drink drink and more drink.”
“Cow tipping is more of a daytime activity. Then they retire to drink the night away.”
“Remind me why we’re going to the middle of nowhere again?”
“Got anything better to do? Now open up those chips.”