Welcome to Pennsylvania

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I’m from Pennsyltuckey, so I guess that’s why I didn’t feel the need to take pictures. I think Toby got a few of the Amish invasion we experienced at a rest stop on 70. (He called them Amish, however I think they were Mennonite.) Anyway, a busload of them got off and headed for the restroom (all at once, mind you.) I was attacked by a gaggle of teenage girls while sitting on the pot, he was attacked by a herd of teenage boys while standing at the urinal. The boys were wearing suspenders and hats and black pants. Beneath the suspenders, they wore blue button downs. The girls had on pink shirts beneath their overall dresses. I finished first and waited for Toby. Upon seeing Toby, I began to laugh uncontrollably. Not for any other reason than I am apparently stupid and can’t handle gaggles of religious teenagers while driving through my home state.

We order Coffee. While standing in line at Starbucks, one teenage boy comes over with his coffee cup. He says:

Hey, do you all have coffee?

The counter girl replies:

We are Starbucks. That’s what we have, coffee.

He says, still holding his mug:

Do you serve Maxwell house? Is it Maxwell house?

No. We’re Starbucks. We have Starbucks.

This went on. As did my giggling. There were no pictures taken while in the rest stop. It’s moments like these that don’t need images. They are right there in my head and probably always will be.

Now that the rant is over. Another image of nothing.