We've been trying to sell our house for 5,000 years. Each time we
have a showing I spend hours cleaning, trying to make the place
presentable. The children and the cats are no help. Five minutes before
the potential buyers are supposed to arrive I run to the car holding
said cats and children.
I decided, early on, that it
was easier to stay in the car for the 20 minutes it takes someone to
love or hate your house. That's how I ended up at Sonic, multiple times,
ordering drinks with the cats and children. And, how I officially
became the town's WEIRD CAT LADY. I documented one of Bobo's first trips
to Sonic.
Bobo
hadn't been out of the house in 35 years. She hadn't been in the car
for 201 years. She hadn't been to Sonic ever. She wanted a cheeseburger
and some onion rings. And a Coney Dog. And a XL-Ocean Water Slush.
She wanted to rule the world. And try some Jalapeno Poppers.
"That lady and her cat are so creepy. I'll give you a $1.00 if you take their order out to them."
"No way, dude."
The End
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