Getting high at the aquarium? Cliche. Catch me zooted out of my gourd at the natural history museum. I turn a corner and see a stuffed grizzly bear and fall to my knees sobbing uncontrollably
Broke: Whoa look at the colors… the movement of the fish
Bespoke: [pacing in the Ancient China exhibit] the eunuchs are lying to us
stopping at an understaffed, overcrowded fast food restaurant while on a road trip and crouching over your phone with your chicken sandwich at a corner table like a weary adventurer eating a bowl of unidentifiable stew at a nameless inn, the only one for miles of moor and wood, taking in the chatter around you but speaking to none before pulling your cloak back up over your head and taking t’ the road once more
Kicking the door in at a Popeye’s connected to a gas station to ask the most grizzled and battle-scarred customers to join me on a suicidal quest
Leaning over the counter of the TacoTime in Rexburg Idaho, asking if the 16 year old Mormon girl there has heard any rumors.
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