CXXV. Flip-Flops. July 25, 2024
>driving
>not for Lyft
>me and Lucy are going to Virginia
>twelve hours in the car
>we stop at a Zaxby’s near Savannah
>I must mention that I almost always wear flip-flops
>specifically Rainbow flip-flops, as I am weirdly brand loyal
>and I drive barefoot
>I have done so ever since I moved to Florida
>actually, the flip-flops are a compromised dream of mine
>I once had a Milton professor in college who was always barefoot
>I once saw him go to a function in a tuxedo without shoes
>my twenty-year-old self thought this was the coolest professorial quirk ever
>I mean, imagine being such a badass that they don’t even make you wear SHOES
>I swore that if I ever became a real professor I would also be shoeless
>but I am also a child of the South
>and I know what hookworms are
>so flip-flops will have to do
>Lucy stays in the car
>I go get the food from Zaxby’s
>and off we go again
>there is a Buc-ee’s near Florence, South Carolina
>it is our next stop
>Lucy loves Buc-ee’s
>I am fine with it
>Buc-ee’s is Texas distilled into a gas station
>in that the barbecue is the absolute best thing about the place
>and the rest is ridiculously big
>ridiculously self-aggrandizing
>and about half-full of slow angry white people
>for my fellow Florida residents who have never visited a Buc-ee’s
>imagine if a Sonny’s BBQ and an Alvin’s Island love each other, but could never conceive
>so they adopt a Circle K and raise it in Apopka
>and when it comes of age it works three years back of the house in the World Showcase at Epcot
>and then it clones itself and spreads across the country to such a degree that it’s the only Bible some people ever read about Florida
>that’s Buc-ee’s to Texas
>and honestly I am glad there is a giant gas station selling beachwear in Florence, South Carolina
>because the second I step out of the car
>I notice I am in possession of only one flip-flop
>the other having absolutely disappeared into thin air
>can’t find it
>it ain’t in the car
>my only theory is that I left it at Zaxby’s somehow
>I must have stepped out of it in the parking lot
>but I do not remember doing so
>and the whole thing just weirds me out
>and so Lucy must walk into Buc-ee’s with some barefoot hillbilly
>who immediately buys flip-floos featuring cartoon gophers